I've begun again on that winding trail and am constantly beset by forces that push me and irritate me. I'm tired already but I'm fighting the fatigue.
In the darkness of the night I speak and am heard; I listen and reply, not always with words. The words take the edge off of my loneliness, but the bittersweet knowledge that we're separated by oceans still stings.
Maybe one day the world will shrink and the oceans move.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
like the dead that walked before me
Today I stood and walked away, I'm never coming back this way - something about Does It Offend You, Yeah? just makes me want to write.
All the beauty in the world withers when you're in pain, and you wish would die so you didn't have to avert your face from the world while you walk alone but it never will.
All the beauty in the world withers when you're in pain, and you wish would die so you didn't have to avert your face from the world while you walk alone but it never will.
So Happy I Could Die
Happiness is like sunshine: you can't hold it or store it, it's either there or it's not.
You can eat your feelings or drink yourself under the table but all it does is screw you.
You can eat your feelings or drink yourself under the table but all it does is screw you.
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