The Change
Memories of the past chase me... Into an open field and I'm still lost. I chase myself and look for answers. I know it's a lie... I know what I've become. I can't lie to myself. I search this field for answers. I search my pale arms for purple scars. I search my heart for something... Anything. I've yet to figure out that nothing is there. I search my mind for knowledge. I stare at my shadow... Hoping it knows more then I do. I've hid behind it for so many years. Pondering it must know something. Deserted by myself. Although I'm stuck with these painful memories. When does the chase end? I'm tired. So tired of running from myself. I'm weak, I need to rest... I have to hide... From... Myself.---, Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 09:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"Memories of the past chase me......"