Posted by: thechokeout | August 19, 2008

We Salt Our Wounds With Regret

Searching for something to pull us through.

Waiting, hoping for that spark to light a fire.

A fire that will take us over.

Consuming us, driving us.

A fleeting hope, this tiny spark that we crave.

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