Come Closer

I become irritated when I'm stuck in traffic I get so upset when mother gets very demanding I hate being cornered I am annoyed when people smoke right in front of my face It makes me feel special when people care I enjoy sitting down on the grass I love it when good songs take me to utopia I blush when people say my name It doesn't matter anymore what I like and what I dislike what I want and what I refuse In any second in any minute My eyes will no longer see what I see now My soul will no longer be where it is now I am not waiting for the time to come I am cherishing every second that I have left I am not weeping I am giving my last smiles to the world that has given me Life I am not fearless I am accepting your words of courage I am not sinless I am asking you to free me from any guilt that I carry I am hoping that you will come closer I am cold I feel so alone I am hoping that you will hold my hand until these eyes are close** Life is fragile. I have an experience when I thought I was going to die. I was drowning. When I was in the water I thought about all the things that can make me really mad/angry and all the things that can make me really happy--but when you are dying (or when you think you are), none matters. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 11:40 PM PST   18 • 0 • 12