If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character... Would you slow down? Or speed up?

Friday, July 26, 2013

It all seems...

Sometimes it all seems so black. There is no hope in sight. I just need to accept the facts and come to terms. But how do you look at the one you love and tell them that you are too broken to provide what they want and desire in life?

Running away has never seemed so tempting.