Monday, Dec. 29, 2003/10:57 pm

over the horizon

I had a few phonecalls to make tonight, i've been putting them off for days, but i just can't manage it. I picked up the reciever, started dialling, tapping my wiry fingers across the digits. Only to suddenly stop, press the off button and sigh a strangled breath. Everything i say and do is wrong, wrong, wrong.

Silence is so much safer, calmer. Isolated where no one can touch me, or have to be exposed to this ugly mess.

Soiled.

Dirty.

Tainted.

A voice that doesn't want to be heard,

a body that doesn't want to be seen,

a girl that doesn't want to be here.

I don't want to die, atleast i don't think i do...i just want to disappear, over the horizon and into the air.