When will the road end ?
My limbs have grown weary from carrying my torso.
My heart feels as if it were a dead weight,
hanging from a string from my rib in my chest.
I cannot shake the thought of you.
I calm my heightened senses,
they try to steal me away into the night,
playing with my thoughts, wrestling with my common sense.
Whispering to me in the night
The thought of a new ending to an
Endless beginning.
