:R:eality. . .
it seems that an external source is needed,
for I am far too weak to fabricate energy or determination on my own.
after all this time, you'd think i'd have found a clue; a hint - of something stable
what was left of my strength is slowly being d e t e r i o r a t e d by t
Poisoning BlissI close my eyes to embrace total darkness.
A shiver seems to rampage my whole body. Either from the winter chill or my eager longing, whatever the cause Im grateful - for it is keeping me awake.
My bones ache in protest, as I lean against the street light. A deep winter gloom has settled over the town and low gray clouds full of falling snow dull the night even more. An eerie hush taunts my already muted ears. The dying streetlamp above my head is flickering, causing my head to spin as I stare vacantly at my shadow spilling across dirty snow.
I am tempted to close my eyes again, to close and just drift away.
But I force them open, allowing my eyes to rest half closed. I sigh and my breathe escapes in white clouds, twirling in front of my eyes reminding me of smoke.
This unleashes another longing, and my sleepy mind struggles to become alert for my new task. I desperately claw through my purse, but come up empty handed.
My burst of energy fades; completely evaporating