"In too deep" extended

I wrote this early to mid 2007.
found this extended version of my old writing "In too deep" in my mess of papers
late last night with my friend jess. figured i should post it up.
.. here goes.

In too deep
Call it what you will;
this emotion growing
in the empty core of my existence.
My serenity, my escape from the
tethered reality i live.

Try to pass the time alone;
only to find myself back where i started.
waiting for lucidity, some for of clarity;
to find me here; with these visions of you.
drowning.. i'm in too deep.

(extended)
I run,
and i found myself here;
where i believe to be away;
free from the bitter grip on me.
gazing at the moon and stars,
cold concrete bench; chills my back.
the stench of wet bark mulch; and sounds
of wind dancing with the trees.

Yet you still haunt;
my every thought.
you are the trees; that dance.
the cold concrete at my back;
the wind through my hair.
the feeling of ice on my fingertips.
the stinging taste of salt on my lips..
the heat of tears down my cheeks..

You are; the cold, dark waters
that drown me.

You are untouchable.
unattainable.