28 February 2009

Helpless

I cannot seem to fight it.
I am against it, and I find it difficult for me to cope with it.

A petty substance, I may seem ridiculous, but I cannot help it.
I am simply helpless to the fact that I cannot help the way I feel.

In the beginning, I did not press for any chances, nor do I now.
Yet here we stand on water, not common ground.
Water can be... rough.

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