"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-transitional.dtd"> hole in the wall
Sunday, October 10, 2004
My eyes are tired, but I'm dead awake. The sun is shining, but for my sake
I cannot understand why
this loathing for myself still
keeps me pinned beneath
its stifling,
crushing
weight.

I can see, but I can't breathe.
I can try, but I can't move.