Fractured, fragmented, alone
Wasting away in this barren place
Comforted only by the notion of escape
The air washed with soot
Remnants of young fire
Ashes of life
Destroyed, deserted, devastated
A world burnt out and faded
Lost in these times, searching for salvation
I think I had written this while I was on the plane on my way to Massachusetts, back in the summer of 2008, when I decided to move to Texas. This was roughly how I felt about life, and where I was.
See Andrew Whiting. Read Andrew writing. 