How many times will you crawl on hands and knees before you can stand up and hold on to your dreams? How many times will your heart spill on the floor befor you can keep it in your chest without pain? My mind is like a swirling pool of darkness, it sucks me in only to spit me out in a new light, to start all over once again, full of fright. Some times you have to lose sight before you can truely see.

"Jesse 09/18/07"