They say a picture is worth a thousand words. . .sometimes , though, they just break your heart into a thousand. I am walking around hollow. The deep knowledge that there is something going on, so cutting I am left breathless. I feel like a ghost, walking up & down these halls, my feet skimming the surface & my thoughts cluttered as a junk yard. This is not my life
This is a nightmare. I will wake up, blink at the light, draw in a deep breath & realize it's all ok. I'll laugh . . .until I fall to pieces. This can't be my life. I can't be this. . .thing made of ice & collapsing dreams. This is not me. THis can't be my nightmare? Right? RIGHT?!
But deep down. I know. This is my. . .breakdown. This is the final straw. This is my breath billowing out like a hurricane. I can't do this dance anymore
The music fades
I fall.
I break.
I scream alone. Falling. Fading. Embers dying
I am. Over. Done. Finished. Empty.
There is nothing left to fight for. I am the Confederacy at Appomattox. Tears pouring down my cheeks, I realize my fate. This is the end. The end of all i fought for. All i put so many tears & so much blood into.
Its over.
"I've lost the song of my soul tonight" switchfoot
