November 15, 2001
Temporary existence. It's all a lie I live. I am, but I am not. Do you know what I mean? At night, while I sleep, my dreams are true. And that scares me because they're all nightmares. I can tell you want to tell me the truth, but I can't get past the shadows in your eyes. So leave me here to sink or swim. And maybe one day I'll find solid ground. Or maybe I'll just fade away. And I wonder. If I fade away, will there still be shadows in your eyes? Or will they fade away too?