Saturday, October 08, 2005
at all, at all.
sigh.
and if you think your hearing me cry, your probably right. why does pain evoke eloquence. right now i cannot find the apposite of expressions to beautifully pen my litany of angst. but know this, the compressions, repressions and twosided aches are driving me insane. a pillow for a tourniquet, a heavy quilt for a comforter.
and the void, so tender-rough and raw
and as the tears irrigate through me
i wish we could go back to how we were
and i feel this is a good night for poems, mood, music, words and love.
but i outstrip myself.
and i have none tonight.
none but the music that beats surreptitiously between the paroxysmal dusty gritty walls of me. Joyce Lim unzipped at 11:25 PM with 1 comments
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i can't say i understand what's going through your life now but keep you chin up.
"lights will guide you home" if only you'll allow yourself to be guided
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