Salvation

      It's been a while since I've done this. A while since I could finally sit myself down once more and write. To be able tp type the fragile words as the screen becomes blurry time and time again.
      I close my eyes and remember the way the air smelled. The way the wind bit at my face and burnt my skin.
      I can always remember. Whether I want to or not.
      The bitter memories that possess my everyday life sometimes consume me. I look up and can see the light filtering in through the blinds. The room is painted in shadows, cloaked in grey and white tones as my eyes adjust to the faint glimmer of light. Sounds fade through the air, and the words come through clearly.
      I bite my lip hard as I realize that once again I've woken up, and it'll be just another day.
      I remember...everything. But don't I always?
      He's so cold. This feeling. This feeling is so cold, it burns from within and possesses everything I once had. Taking it all for it's own.
      But don't you know? I always did.  
      And it's just another day. Just another run of the mill day. And when this day finally ends, another will come up to follow. As they always do.
      But didn't you know? I always thought I did.
     What have I become? What did they see? Was it something I never had before? Or something from beneath? Have I been covering it up all along? Or it seeping out from within?
      But didn't you always know? God knows I never did.
      Can you give me all the answers? Will you take it all away? if I knew a way how...I would've done it a thousand times over already. Don't you know that?
       Sometimes I just wish that I did.




(Edited by Fallen at 10:29 pm on Jan. 15, 2002)