These are random feeling I have to get into words for my own sanity. Writing is therapeutic and soothing to my soul. Sick with reflection of how scattered this noggin's broaden view can whisper hope bleeding hearts to smile.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Broken hearted games.. my life remains.. and reminds me to breath.. finding the srtength to meditaite is hard @ times.. keeping completly still.. time scares me almost as much as it excits me.. typing my words always find a way to be prosponed.. asking you to come @ the wee hours of the night seems something its not.. i found it in myself to have no need to explain.. an hour from now I could no longer feel this pain I have surpressed.. crossed my heart and prayed five times a day for them to go away.. struggled to pretend.. i no longer will include this in my design.. i want for my love to stay in your sail.. as lucid as the water it finds itself surrundered to..
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