On these days...

every thing's stagnant, inert and i feel so far away. i've got so much more to accept, i've got so much more to say, i felt sullen and depressed with thing i needed off my chest. i've go so much more to accept i've got so much more to say. i was beat up by the pictures in my mind, i saw heat and fire come to take your place, walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you, i can't move at all with my feet in quicksand. if you went a million miles away i would be sitting here wondering what to say. i've seen the out come and i'm hoping that it never ends