• as i lay here, awaiting dark noon to touch my soul, i wonder what you are thinking of me,
    do you think im shallow and wide of envy? or lost and confused? all i can think of is how you will talk to me tomorrow. whether you shun me and spy, or just forget about the mistakes.
    it seems so far when it's right in front of me starring me in the eyes, the deep spirits confusing me. so i will just Lye here and set down to die.