Tears...

For too long now there were secrets in my mind... I was waiting to find the place, the time, the hour... Again the pressure in me was building and now a cold wave only could make this go away. Where I am, I'm always full of tears I cannot cry... I make myself a martyr for the childish ideals I believe in. Hm... sounds pretty fucked up... It is. But slowly I awake; the water is moving; the waves have been released... I have to throw myself into the sea. Dear I do it?
Inspired by Bruce D
I lack some energy... some vitality...
Still... no one will see this post
Yeap... probably no one.
:)