The Aftermath.

waking up to reality from a dream half-lived.
i can write about it, but whats it worth to anybody else.
you probably never realize the value of smaller things in life.
nobody does.
why does it hurt to sit still?
to not.
it hurts.
it hurts to quit trying.
to give up half way.
to look into the mirror and know that you weren't half as good as you thought to be.
and to know that you can never be