I gasp for an ounce of sky as the strands of my own hair whirl around my neck like snakes, my own lashes push the dust in my eyes as my vocals turn themselves to stone;
still my screams echo in the hollow caves of my ears, still my lungs keep pounding, still I see the vaccancy around me.

Down I go. Still I go on.

Sometimes I get lost in the night sky wondering how many stars arw actually dead but we cab still see their glow of life

With love.

I don't know when I wrote this.