Running on empty sort of speak... the red stream still divides the limits... it's getting stronger with each passing day... I don't think I'm gonna get any further...
Getting weaker as the days turns short and the nights are horribly longer... the memories continues to stab my guts... I can feel them... all those intricate knots...
There's no finish line with the end... that moment of clarity won't be reached until is late to push the breaks... all I know is that red stream is getting stronger, and I don't know where to go...
Dec. 22, 2012.
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