Cold
Friday, June 27th, 2003I can’t see myself anywhere in the future.
I’m lost in the monotony of the present.
Seeking for something new,
something better,
a fresh gust of wind.
I want to grasp and nibble the fullness of life,
not the lingering taste of emptiness within.
Why do things not go my way?
Why can I not have what I want when I want?
Life stings in every way.
With every breath I hurt,
every move I shiver.
It’s cold outside but i feel it more inside.