hooked up & sucked dry. and yes it pried my eyes open wide. but i couldn't make room for the fear inside. i shut down. i went numb. tried to escape but i couldn't outrun. stressed my head until it broke. the days slipped through my fingers like smoke. it's a lesson that i won't forget. you haven't seen the last of me yet. sometimes i wish i'd been a fisherman: patient eyes and callused hands. move with the sea & hold the line. sitting still isn't wasting time. and guess what? i'm (apparently) not too young to die. |