1:52 p.m. - November 30, 2010
Drowning (Still)
Dark and gloomy, wet...the sky is breaking apart as if the clouds imitate my soul. Nine years, and it hasn't stopped raining, it just lets out a little as part of a cruel joke. The rain, adds to an ever growing ocean and it covers everything. Drowning, aimlessly...I'm running out of air, and I'm letting the little that I have, out.