ing
choking on loneliness in my throatburning eyes with sand
waiting 45 minutes on hold for a week ago
sending emails to myself so I’ll receive something
staring at a picture of words
wearing a Temporary badge
and feeling that way.
Labels: poem
Sunday, February 11, 2007
[holding place]
1 Comments:
You must be hurting very much. Sometimes feelings like these are not always explicable, but I think you’ve done a fine job in finding a release of sorts. I hope you embrace the friendship you have here, and those who are waiting to build a friendship with you. You know you have people you can call anytime you need to talk or just be around someone where no words have to be spoken. Sometimes being near people who care about you can be nice; and you certainly do not have a shortage of people who care about you here. You are an amazingly talented person with a huge heart, we should all be fortune to know you and enjoy your company.
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