so i am getting bored right now....

literally opened this journal and couldn't find words to express myself...
so now here i am simply writing about my inability to write >.>;

anyway, as i write this i begin to slowly conceive the beginnings of a poem:

my breath fades away
each smaller than the last
i watch my life fall away
it's all moving too fast

i was never concerned
i just didn't care
about what i did or earned
or what was right or fair

i am nearing my grave
as death grows nearer
i am too far to save
as the light grows clearer

everything begins to unbend
in the end...

ok peeps.....and kreamie >.>;

i literally spent about 20min writing this journal because i actually came up with the poem as i wrote it down...

plz plz PLZ tell me what yall think...

i, personally am unhappy with the final quartet(sp?) and the 2 lines on the end bug the crap out of me too >.<;;;