No, they will not see my tears, nore my fears or my lack of hope or despair. They just set for the glamour and carry on.
I do love those little ones and they bring back all I ever could ask for. But you pay. Each day. And the wine did not make any difference. No good. After all.
So you realize what if you do not want to make it till morning breaks? You just had it up to the ears, to the eyes shut with ageing lids. The only freedom now lies in the never ever life.
He tracks you, he seeks you, ha plays that darn chess game with you and you play the game well. Still it is not a horror, it is not a fight you need to win. Maybe I just want to give in.
/pops drops
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