Sometimes I hurt so bad… and I’m scared, and I’m alone. I’m damned. I’m slowly sinking in a vast lake of quick sand. A bottomless pool. I wish I could crawl under a rock and sleep forever.
Not telling the truth… Sometimes I feel like I’m at the edge of a cliff, looking down at the crashing surf with nowhere to go but down. I used to have these fun dreams when I was so free. But now, as I fly, I’m afraid. They are telephone lines and electrical wires. How painful it would be to run into one. I wonder if I’ll ever be free again.