Puppets Dance Along

Another night...Passing along. Alone and freezing cold. 

I can see my breath in the middle of the room that's spinning around me. 

I looked up at the sky tonight, and saw stars...and traced hearts in the sky by myself. 

Then cried.

Wept for what I wanted there to be...what there never was...what will never be.

I can't breathe.

I just want this to be over....let time erase everything I had to give...everything you never wanted.

You hurt me.

Bandaging old wounds,
-J.C.