the awakening.

I wonder why I still refuse to open my eyes to see.

Will I ever wake up one morning and not remember a single shred of this pain.

Can I truly say I'm happy because it happened instead of agonising over the end?

Fallin' Out.

Candles.

Can I pull myself from the quagmire? Saying that I'll be waiting.

While all I see is your shadow pulling away...

Slowly fallin... slowly fallin...

do i wait? do i hold it? do i lock it away? can i put it away? what of me now?