the path

most of the time i think that we should go on and on and on for eternity, and some of the time i really do believe that we could continue on and on and on like this forever. but most of all deep down in that dark cold damp basement compartment of my heart, you know - the one you need to take the dusty rotted wooden stairs to (the ones that are all rickety and tremble with each step), I don't want to go on, not even just a little bit. i feel my inner self start to venture down those stairs and my outer self begins to feel sick (in that horrible nauseous way) and then my inner self reaches the bottom and clumsily stumbles slowly to the darkest corner (the one where its hard to detect anything in, even after your eyes have adjusted) and sits down, wrapping arms around knees and hopes to disappear "for good this time".