The candle flickers in the night
how I wish to turn off the light.
but every time I try to rise
the world it wispers of my demise.

I run from love,
I ran from fear.
how on earth did I get here.

As I ponder on my fate
the hour slowly grows late.
the time I wasted returns anew
now I wish to spend it with you.

I have decided that I am going to use this diary to store my creative writing that is done either for a University course or my own enjoyment. Some will be better than others as I will have spent more time on them.