Monday, February 22, 2010


with each day, I become more a part of the grey. Days are drained of color, nights are spent in dread of the coming day. I spend so much time waiting for those few moments of self.

I wish I could say things have changed, but now is not the time for lies. I still gush at the site of him, I still dream of a youth imagined and I yett yearn to share my shadow self.