How long have I been sleeping?
It feels like forever, and when I awake, it feels like only a moment.
A moment to think such horrible things. When the doors are locked, when the windows are shut, when the air in the room is still and the only motion is the rise and fall of my chest. This is when they come.
It�s hard, but at the same time insignificant.
One more inch and it�s broken. All the thoughts shattered into a million pieces of glass. If only I could push it that extra inch.
Would it help? Would it be significant in its destruction, or would I be feeding that which brought me here in the first place?
I wish God existed in this question, then I could decide purely by a moral perspective. But even God doesn�t exist here.
Its been a bad month.
10:26 p.m. - 2007-06-18
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