Okay...
Let's say this, is the ending. To the middle of the old beginning. Lol. As not to get lost. Whatever it may be, this is where she is today. But boy I tell you what...she was sick.
Clang, clang, clang.
Ching-ching-bang-bang.
It's an unmistakable feeling. Her terrified screaming, that no one can hear. Eyes that are open, and filled with fear. Knowledge is barren as the deserts dry. She's alone with her fear. And she doesn't know why. Is this pain good? Or is this pain bad? Shouldn't I be happy? Clang, clang, clang. Ching- ching. Bang-bang. Say it. The words, tears, touch and tone. The reason why I feel so alone. It's been so long. How did we get here? Somebody, hear me. Why am I so alone? Listen to me and tell me...what do you hear? At this moment it's not so clear. The lies or the truth? Who is going to win? Who is going to lose? Are we honest or untrue? Say it! There is nothing you can do. A life without being heard. The answer is unreal. You want to see, and I want to feel. Without feeling wrong.
An unmistakable feeling...
Hello! 11:25 p.m. EST.
She's back. With a vengeance.
Amy was lost from the very start. Now, she is stuck in the middle. She has since adapted for the moment. In this moment, she feels pretty good. Amy is moving forward, and things seem to be falling into place. Seem. The "key" word here.
Amy is going to figure out something new to do. Like try and figure out answers to questions that are soon to arise. Again. This is a little less of the same ole, same ole. And a lot more of the same ole. For instance...
Man up, Amy! Get the answers you need, Amy! Ask the right questions, Amy! (Not the left ones.) If she could figure those out. She's close, but not there yet. Breathe, Amy! Now, Amy!
Aummm...
