Graffiti in my mind

once again.. 

twisting, hanging, burning in the fetid winds the sudden realization that I am not past it at all 

and though I am nothing.. have nothing to share, ... 

i want more so much more.. i am biting back so much 

this is the price of hope.. the pain it brings.. 

the emptiness of unfulfilled dreams dreams that carried me through thousands of miles back home 

i suppose they served a purpose 

so now should i just let them go? 

or still hold on against all reason? 

maybe i'll decide tomorrow...