June 01, 2008 sunday - 23:47
i think i've forgotten, but the pain lingers beneath the surface, just under the skin where i can't feel it. and on these nights, in these places, as i drive down these roads and over these bridges, and as the radio plays these sad songs, i can't help but remember.
on such nights, the pain rises back, flushing my skin with a reminder of all that used to be unbearable.
the happiness is a lie. and i am trying to blind myself so i don't see. and i don't know..
how long will i be able to stop hiding from the truth? how long can i stop myself from feeling? how do i keep the questions away? how do i prevent myself from wanting, again, all these things?
how long can i keep running?