A prayer to God: Don't let this casket be--my box full of unfinished dreams. There were two roads to take, two ways to go--I took the wrong one. Road map lost, in this search for me. The thing under the skin, depression within. I do not fear death, only life unlived. These are the lonely thoughts, the pieces of me, the places inside. We break our hearts, and then we die.
-posted by Nobius 12:31 PM 