When do you say that enough is enough?
Where do you draw the line?

I should've been born psychic.
So that I'll know what to give all the time.

Sometimes though, you try to give everything, but it's still not enough.
Because you can't truly give what's really wanted.

Sometimes the hardest person to see is yourself.
And sometimes it's the easiest and others seem invisible.

It's painful to be invisible.

I need to go to the beach.

This entry was written last February 7,2006:

Sprinkle sand on my eyes
And let me float to sea
View the red through my lids
See the orange turn to black

I still dream about the dawn under the trees
With the warm remembrance of youth
You and I seemed surreal
Time seemed to stand still

Moments written on a paper inside a bottle
Let the current decide where it should go
Watch it as it disappears into the horizon
Hope that it can be found or perhaps not

I gently push myself against the water
Feel myself glide through and over it
It's as if I'm between two worlds
Neither belonging to each one

Perhaps we all are in between at one point or another
Others swimming fast and slow
Still lost and wandering aimlessly
Trying to find existence in a world

This entry was written last January 11,2006:

Took a pill to stop the tears
Took a pill to calm the restlessness
Took a pill to calm my fears
Took a pill to drown consciousness

The Sun wasn't brighter
The days weren't darker
Life was how it should've been
Just went with the motions

Emptiness masked with a calm smile
Devoid of emotion
Thorns and needles stuck in a cushion
That remained to float because of weightlessness

Stab me and I wont bleed
Bash my head against the wall and I wont cry
Cut my wrists and I wont die
Because I was already dead

Days turned into nights
And nights turned into days
I floated through them
Like a ghost amidst the realm of the living