Life has taken away my strength; sorrows inflated by heated thoughts sent my way by others. Sometimes I have no hope, no will, not even in death. I’m dead to they who matter most to me. Sometimes, words hurt more than silence.
I seek escape. I want to fly away, but I have no wings.
Note: Blogger has been having maintenance issues, hence the posts of Theme Thursday (Escape) and Short Story Slam (Photo by Missy) have been removed by the administration temporarily. I have checked in my reader, and posting.
© Leo 13/05/2011