It should rain soon...

Its gonna rain soon...or maybe it should...

It has so many meanings, far too many for me to even understand. But am still waiting for the rains to soak me...

Words fail me, thoughts torture me...
Living for the moment...this existence troubles me...

But I love it all...
The thoughtlessness, the meaninglessness, the nothingness...

Unwanted...

Thats what I've become...

"I don't trust people who don't talk too much, you never know what they're thinking."
Errol Morris

I flew yesterday...and I still want to fly!
Fly all my life...
Fly with the wind, to the stars...

Without the hollow nonsense around...
Without the senseless solitude that I desire (and detest when I get it)
Without the reality biting me...
I want to fly...
Fly to the land of dark desires...
The cold dark land of fear...