secrets ; gawsten

62. ashes to ashes

my mind flows through different possibilities like a river flowing into a lake.

a new stream added every second, but it's not water running through my head, it's what if's?

i knew i would never be good enough for him, but that didn't matter.

the truth was these wounds were to deep to heal, the wounds he caused and just like the maniac he is he poured salt into them.

salt in my wounds and rivers in my head, what a sight.

nothing magical ever happens, but if i got one wish, i would wish i never met geoff wigington.