AloneAloneAlone
I sit here alone… I sit here alone and ponder my thoughts Trying to gather my life in my mind. Trying to think of the last time I was truly happy… Of when I didn’t have a care in the world I just want that feeling again… That feeling of knowing exactly what you want… Exactly what you need, and know what makes you happy Knowing what to go after and what to strive for Know what to live for… I don’t know anymore… I truly don’t I don’t know what makes me happy or even what I’m good at I used to know
FloatingFloatingFloating
Drifting away upon my back… Watching the clouds so peacefully across the sky… The occasional splash upon my flushed white cheeks… A gentle wind softly running itself over my skin, Like a gentle hand reaching down from the open blue heaven… Alone. A single tear stains my pale face as it joins the salt hell below me… Insanity. Drifting alone for countless hours… Unable to think of a single thing as my life floods my mind, cluttering every aspect of any thought… Surrender. As I say my good-byes and let myself slip, I feel th
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
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