Hoppersharp's blog: "My Pain"

Here I sit bleary eyed and tattered, focused upon my glowing screen of dreams.

The possibilities are boundless, the reality is mockingly clear. 

My mind wonders moresely towards the darker side of my personality, the older I get the more bitter I become, lost dreams, forgotten friends, fractured love. 

When I am on a high I soar, when I am low I dig in deeper in to depair.

When I look into the mirror my sorrow stares back begging me to follow...