I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
i replied that in the most recent thread in 9 of a possible 10 forums so that i had the last post in each one... i forgot about the Somewhere to Unwind forum, and i'll have to make my own topic in the news forum next time since it wouldnt let me reply. bassically i failed
-Jillian member of the pokémon league i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away if i don't make it know that i've loved you all along when you are with me i'm free that hazy moon will be ash in the wind real soon