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The air is cold outside..

Big Ideas...

Small moves...

Fortunes are free..

The emptiness is long...

And all I have are these little thoughts to keep me sane... I try to keep it together. I try not to think of this place I call home. As I stare at the dry, bare endless corners of this wall, all I can do is hope that outside, children play and people laugh. And as I cry myself to the night, there are people who smile. I try to keep sane... I try to keep calm... the clammy hands raise to remove the last signs sleep away from my face... It is the last sign of anything... Just this body between the worlds. From the doorsteps of heaven two inches behind darkness where men free their souls...

Keep it all together... It'll all be over soon. Any second now... And as I breath in. As my chest fills in with that which keeps me alive... It is cold.. It grips me... It puts me in the corner to myself only to hold my own arms. Only now, can I see that there is only one way to escape.....

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Dark thoughts?...Just story telling...

I am told I am depressed..... No...

Well maybe....