It's hard to understand. I read your words but your body tells another story.
My chest if filled with the words to make me survive. At least I have the intention to try.
A rather darkly aspect of a life that was meant to reach a little further away.
Revive me again. I've fallen again on death's bed.
Lacking inspiration lacking the depth to not be able to swim to the surface again.
The troubling information a death in the circle of what I thought had acquired inmortality.
It's a dream I've been dreaming awake, the images in my head
and the ones I see are both real and strange.
It's not the same. Not the same incredible expectancy of a life
well deserved.
March '05
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