Comfortably afraid of the touch of dawn,
I cover myself in sand.
The warmth from a day’s fight to survive turns the sand into dirt.
Hurt.
Pain.
Through my suffocation brings clouds of desperation.
One last gasp strikes like lightning.
Selfless
Pain.
My failure has turned into the rain.
I am far from the surface of a feeling, but close enough to hear a whisper…
“Defeat”
The rain and the dirt meet.
My skin becomes mud.
Inspired by not knowing my own demise, I fight for a grip.
Anguish.
Control.
The touch of dawn greets me as a friend not forgotten.
With hurt and frustration dripping from my skin, I walk into the breath of the day.
Only to be stopped by a whisper from the pain I had just left behind.
I turn towards the whisper.
Only to find footprints in the puddle of my despair.

This is my second weblog on antville. The last one was destroyed because of me trying to learn html. In the end i completely changed the damn thing so much that I couldnt change it anymore, all i could do is stand back and watch it burn to the ground. So now I have a fresh start, and knowledge of my mistakes from the past. I can start new and see what kind of fire i can start this time. Hopefully now the flames will be from the sparks from my heart and mind, and not from my carelessness. But there is no way of finding out unless I light the first match.