I fooled myself again into thinking there is a dream left somewhere in this rotten brain.
Maybe it was the sun on a warm day that led to a mirage of a place I thought could actually exist.
Or maybe it was a last ditch effort of the tiny pieces of undamaged parts, trying to break free.
All I know is that I did feel it, even accepted it, and now I suffer the consequence.
Jumping out of my hole and grasping for anything that could be called life I only end up falling back from another failure of a wanting desire for more.
And now...I have made my hole deeper, colder, and farther away from the rest of the world.
Spring2004