"I'm not afraid to die, because I know my words never will. I'm not afraid to live, because I know there will always be more for me to say. If my voice was lost, if my sight darkened, if my hands were paralyzed, I could and would still write as long as I had my thoughts." ~Lauren E. McIntosh, future author, forever writer, and fearless thinker.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Flight

If I could grow wings, I would fly away. I would run and I would hide, but there isn't any real escape from this pain. This hole that threatens to destroy me. It was then, it is now, and it will forever be. My peace of mind as disapeared, gone with my memories that I long to have. I'm alone in my life. I have no one to turn to. I have no one to listen to me. I have no one to love or to love me. It's as if I am broken, like each bone I have has shattered, leaving me motionless and scarred. You could tell me I'll heal, but I'm not a fool to life. Pain is permanent, life is permanent, this hole is permanent...I am permanent.

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