(((((ADAM)))))))

You want it.

You Need it.

You Missed it.

You Followed it.

You begged for it.

You hoped for it.

You can't Live without it.

You tried to be calm.

Never asking a favor from anyone, you Walked alone.

You sacrificed all the good things, the soulful things, which gave your life meaning...a sense of dignity, was lost in the process.

You hurt those you loved, and then, without any care, anymore, you ran away. You could not hide.

You could not enjoy anything you revealed, anything you might write; or, anything you might have written to justify your abandonment of all creativity.

The Angels cried. Losses piled up, like unlit wood.
Your heart hurt.
Your chest hurt.
Your Legs hurt.
Your feet hurt.
Your sanity was questionable.

Adam?

Adam, where are you?

Where, the fuck are you?

~x~SinfullyAnon.
1/03/09~1:28PM