� filled like this � 2004-01-11 � 12:35 p.m. �

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I am empty without you... strange isn't it.. there's a hole in my chest I could fall into... just because the end is so incredibly definite. Reality has no subtlties... no maybes... it knows nothing of dreaming and I am just standing arms empty... mind turning...

This is how I cope. This is how I wade through blood... I don't really care if you see me or not... I don't really care what you know... but just when I think I'll make it knowing what is... you call my name from miles behind me... and I can see you on knees bent... begging.

I try to ignore you... but you're so fucking presistant, I am nearly sick.

My dreams are filled with moments like this.

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