"Change"

I'm changing. I dont want to grow. I dont want to go. I can't hold on to these feelings anymore. Fleeting and falling, i'm drowning. Someone save me.

No. Hold on. Don't morph out of my comprehension. I dont want you to go. If you do, I'll hate you. Even when you have become a book written rabbits and dogs, I'll still hate you. I'll loathe thee.

Centralised and in pain, i know i'm not suppose to hold on to you, close to my heart because your razors shall cut me deep. I want want to go first. I want to fade away into nothingness so nothing will ever change.

Hold on to your reasons, run for you life. I cannot hear you now.

  ¶ 9/29/2004 08:06:00 PM