caughtinaphishnet

one way to describe two feelings inside three bottles to hide four for the pain and the lies five minutes to break six seconds too late seven oceans to sail eight meandering ways to assail nine breaths into these words ten reasons to fold i've found now here the sun has returned but the light is caught between now and tomorrow i'm consumed by the strength that it takes to relax no longer is anything beckoning me there is nothing to erase that i cannot take a pen to there is reason for haste for the pen writes at my will my will is decreasing as ten slides to one and the zero hour i might find myself done i cannot say it cont

somewhere i know that the sun will return the flow of light will seep through the clouds once again i think that i need a way to relax from these things that are beckoning me oh i need to find myself outside again rolling in the fields of infinity oh i need to see a way outside my head and break free of the chains of reality once again i know that i feel lost away inside the fragile complications of time i wish that i could take my hand and walk away myself but these things that i'm asking for are not so real these things that i deny are so unreal... simply fading away the light seems to grow its own gray in a shade of murk that

you would never think a tiny window could cause you to pause and question everything beauty is in the eye of the beholder yes.. but freeze? like ice? thats not right. i wish i could explain it but i cant the words have escaped me.. the one who can always write what can i say?