Thursday, December 02, 2004
Sheralyn got a package from home today. And amidst all the chaos of unfinished papers and always-pending exams, she took the time. "My heart hurts," she says, sitting in a puddle of salt from her eyes. She wishes she had a river to skate away on. When words aren't enough, and intimacy is impossible, what do you do, what do you do? No more, no more dreaming. Sheralyn knows that dreams colour life a disappointment. All she does is try to hold on to as much of that love in her hands, and hopes it stays long enough to tide her through all the planes that leave without her. "Soon, soon," she says, "Everything will come too soon".
sherry @ 12:24:00 pm
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