"Dreams of Loneliness

Like a heartbeat ..

drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost ...

what you had ...

what you lost..."

-Dreams

When I woke up this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed.

It was just a heavy feeling of sadness that pushed my body deeper into the sheets.

It all felt pointless all of a sudden.

What's the use in fighting?

I should have known it would have ended up this way.

No one ever said life was "Fair"?

Why do we keep believing that it could be?

I rolled over in the bed, hugged my pillow and just drifted back into sleep.