on the coming of 2010

2010 is just around the corner, and I’m still trapped in this stupid melancholic abyss. I’m at that point where I want to get out of here, but another part of me keeps telling me that I shouldn’t, because I may already be so close to finding what I originally came here for. Despite the suffocation, lack of direction, and the feelings of being torn apart, I still hold on. And every single day, I die.

If it were only that easy to use the head when it comes to matters of the heart, I would have risen from the ashes long ago.