Change

The sun is setting in the horizon. My mind is screaming, threatening to burst. The pain, the hate is flowing through my veins. Change. The stream is trickling. My eyes wrung dry. My mind is pacing, bodys racing. Change. Blackout. Eyes wont adjust. Dont want them to. Relax. Change. Sitting in a crowded room. Alone. Miles from home. Sick. Stuck. Not what i want... but no change.