Tuesday Jun 06, 2006

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i get it. she said. your lonley. you act tough, but your breaking. where do we go from here, all i have is an idea of happiness. the right colors, a catchy design. i draw upon my past for kindness. the nights are black and pressing. there is no where to sleep. my mother was killed. there is no place to hide. the leaves have matted under my wieght. the rain has rained drumming up the smell. reminding me. i wish i wish i wish and i wish more. the night is the perfect time to consider all i want. it is quiet enough. my dream is small, nothing outlandish. it is simple. a small request. breath is easy to breathe. life is easy to live.
billyfivecrows:
This piece is quite touching. Happy-Sad. An awkward way to put it, but that's what comes to mind at the moment.


And you're right... I couldn't just drop by!

It's this whole "virtual reality" thing of the internet... sometimes... it just feels so real... biggrin tongue


(Hey! You've got Henry Fool on your Films list... I love that movie.)
billyfivecrows:
Eh. You're spellings not that bad. I got the intent of the piece. That's what counts.

Yeah. I do know what you mean. Most of my friendships in "real life" over the last few years have splintered and dissipated. I'm in a (semi)long distance relationship whose status is in limbo after three years of ups and downs. I've been nursing my mom through 3 surgeries the past few months.

So... yes. They feel real, the friendships I've made here. Real enough sometimes to make me really feel the depth of my lonliness.


Edited because my spelling sucks sometimes. too! biggrin

[Edited on Jun 06, 2006 8:00PM]

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