Ive been sitting here. doing nothing in this

world where time is precious and it is held dearly.

i dont know what im waiting for, I dont know why

I dont do anything about to shy...many dont think that, but thas beacuse

they dont know the true me.A few hours

spent here, locked in as if someone held me prisoner, could

be spent outside in a world of endless wonders.

I wish i had a simple desire that I could fullfill,

but only I cant until I find myself out of a

puzzle thats got me entwined to nothingness.

If only I could fight againt the raging storm,

blistering my sking and making my wounds so deep

all thats seen from my trembling hands is blood.

Im so scared that this nothingness, raging storm will haunt me forever

and never let me explore. Never le me be myself. Im a coward,

I know...when will I break through and grasp on

to that line of hope? The line that will make me be born again?

Reincarnated into a free, courageous soul. A soul that is in harmony with what

life has to offer.

Till' then ill sit here, staring out my window,

looking at each drop of rain wash away the sins

of our world. I'll sit here in this cold, empty room.

Trembling and hugging into the

nothingness and hear my voice trail away with the wind.

Ill sit here ...Invisible.