:: head-aches ::
there's nothing here to help me refuse the light, no.__nothing here to block out the piercing sound of my fingertips against the keyboard, no.__nothing here to ease the pulsations within my head, no.__and so, why am i still here?
such a stupid little question.
because i want to.
and wanting seems to be the only thing i can no longer refuse.
coming in through my ears::my forehead thumping