i'm weak and afraid.
tired and ashamed. i don't know whats become of me
of what i've made of ... (?)
you've inspired a life of art. inspiration.
what you write, it touches me in ways- . . . i . . . i . . .
i've turned again.
lost in my oblivion
my daily life of drivel - wheres the art?
oh yes, everything is art.
i hear you. can't see you.
think my eyes are closed again.
can't keep them open
i'm too tired from all this- l i v i n g
suddenly, it's hard to breathe.
wish i had the strength to leave everything
just end the maddness.
sleep, take me eternally away.
so i can remember what dreamland smells like