I remember the Tigers Tail from a childhood story, the tigers chase each other around and around until they turn to butter. Was I like the tiger chasing dreams ? I tried to realistically look at my life beyond the survival mode and the canvas was bare. It was if the emptiness inside of me reflected upon the moment. I am running so fast trying to get beyond the dreams that it all seems to dissipate and fade and I am standing their alone.
I looked at my life both past and present and as I surfaced with the moment I still I felt lost without direction..This is my poor pitiful me mood ,as I try to understand the journey, the directors choice in the cast and a long drawn out story that I have no idea where it leads.
The thought of winter brings a darkness
that I am not prepared to deal with.
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Hold me and let the darkness fade...
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