Until Your Truth Becomes A Lie. | |
January 19, 2007 //_ 11:23 AM | |
a couple days have passed and i'm still feeling this way.. it's not really a describable feeling although i'm sure something's missing. something isn't clicking like it used to .. but when i go to talk to someone about it, i don't know what to say. i don't know where to start. it's not a physical pain, so how could i be feeling it? i can't see it so how do i know it festers beneath my skin? i am not who i've been feeling and if feelings could speak for themselves there would be no use for tongues and teeth. i should put mine to work and begin formulating words and sentences and fragments and errors but i'd rather never begin the page knowing i would have to erase the whole thing by the time i finished. i'm lying still.. waiting for the rain to rip my roof and render me defenseless. |
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