I groan. Is it time for bed? Because then i can dream; dream of a better place, and a better time. I wish for confidence, i wish for esteem. I love my life, but wish it could be somebody else's too. Maybe they could show me how it could be better, maybe they could show me how to love it once again. There are moments when the greatness is still there, but times like these can't do but bring up the pain. Not pain of the past, not pain of the present, but pain of the future; i might not know what the pain's for yet, but it's coming soon enough... another heartache, another 'no', another night crying all alone. i'll be better by the time i wake because i will bury him and wake with me. but he'll come back, he always does, to ruin another night as he laughs and grins. And then i'll groan.

back to life - forth to uncertainty