something i did in a project for creative writing many years back never felt inspired to finish it even though i really want to just am not knowledgea..
i wrote this for how i was feeling when i heard that someone i knew had died
writing really is the only way i can convey my feelings without being mi..
We are hanging, danglingFrom a stringWeaving as we walkWe unravel ourselves , EntanglingIntertwined with the stringWe pull inPiecesInsecuritiesDangleT..
The shadows crawl and twistCreepingCreeping deeperFilling'Filling my thoughtsThey beckon me in the twilightGrabbing'Pulling'Pulling me deeperDeeper in..
I struggle I struggle will they hear my cries ?as the soul inside of me slowly fadesand my mind slowly diesi become landscapea back drop for the night..