And Bitter Sentiments (3-3)

Alone in the dark. Some sort of relief from having to project everyday cheer. It's just me and Sarah singing her sad songs.

I wish I were somewhere dark drinking something hard with somebody sympathetic.

I wish I were speeding hellishly fast on a motor in a deserted strip of road.

I wish I were in a club and dancing up a frenzy amidst twisting bodies.

I wish I were in Lost with Dead beside me. I would stand up then and look down a precipice.

I wish it were raining down on me.

Then I could shout till I am hoarse. Cry till my eyes are bugging out. My tears would get lost in the rain. And I could scream out my rage and anger till I am all spent and cold.

So much for wishing.