a_moment_of_despair Death of a Rose I begin my travel in a sunlit field of hay. I ahted and still hate trying to make up words to match the shit I have gone through and all the hell of everyone around me. I hate my life and all that I've ever done, that comes back to throw me into fits of nightmares. Loneliness is my companion now, give me a good ole c&w tune. How do I relate to the objects around me, wear a mask and live a continued silence. I wish I had no debts to pay, my life to end. I need release from this constant barrage of needless life. Enjoyment is fleeting, happiness is only a word, abandon every feeling and lie like you still have any. You know the stuffing of your life is gone when you are pretending to have some. 031010 what's it to you? who go blather from