i don;t know how im ever going to finish,
Its sore, these sores in my mouth, the blood is more frequent now, the taste is almost normal.The red sea of salt and water washes away my sadness.It seems strange to compare it to my soul.These nights are colder than they were before, but it doesn’t matter much ‘cos i don’t move anyway.
I can’t see what i need to and that which i do and don’t want to.
I don’t think i like this anymore, the pain – though it shows me that i am alive everytime i hurt.
Sometimes i think its sad that my life is riddled with conception – conception of this and that but no ending , no completing of what is starting.things just happen and keep starting and never ending, like a conception that never finsihes – its as though as a conception it thinks it duty is to just begin and it minds not of stoping nor finishing – it leaves this to someone else.
The water in my mouth is hart and clear and feel it fight the blood and i wonder if it will help .