Wednesday, October 28, 2009. Those words that have betrayed me. Are sitting in a cell block of my soul. The iron bars have been locked,. Dust gathering on the withering vowels. Will they ever escape past these persecuted lips? Or even my throat? Or will they just simply send my heart into a spiraling plunge to the pit of my stomach? This heart that longs for your tender embrace. I feel you overtaking the chilled space. You manipulate it to an air blanket of warmth. My veins pulse to a rhythm.

Thursday, October 29, 2009. Driving into the seemingly endless abyss, swerving violently, back and fourth, at whiplash inducing speeds. Driving in the middle of nowhere, searching for nothing, leaving behind everything. He speeds up, laughing to himself as he does and he begins to scream his thoughts out loud. He just continues to fall.