Words and thoughts like a mass of wires tangled in the live room. From day to day my head goes in and out of not knowing what to think. There's something missing but im not sure what it is.
Everyday I hit my head on the same Brickwall as I stumble to the dark end of the room. Everyday is like another day in hell, living in an ery mist. My new best friend in my hand pumping into my ears like the wind on a winters day. Music is all I have, Music is almost what I have become.
I'm not sure what theres left to say in this universal situation that Ive put myself in. I know its to late to get a glimpse in but I live in hope as I always have that someday I will get my glimpse again, that someday what this universal situation has become will be no more. Maybe we should be oposites and I hate. But I'd do nothing of the sort as ive forgiven, and I miss what was once the best of my life, like music to my heart, a friend.
Perfect I am not, trying to wreck nothing of the sort. A hopeless, useless, lost "thing" wondering not knowing where to go or what to do. As I may of forgiven, but I shall never forgive myself. The mask is wearing thin, as I alone become on a thin line of everyone and everything. If only like cher sung, I would do so till the day I was born and do it over again. As a friend is how to get by, A friend is bigger then the carrer and life path that one is too choose, because the friend is never right behind and a good friend is something you never let go of.
As a memory it will never be forgotten, the courage and the pain. As a friend will never be forgotten whatever the circumstance whatever the mistake the friend will remain.
Laura R Moakes
7th march 2009
1:52am
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