Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I am weak, in physical and emotional factions alike. My body is tired, and as the temperature rises in my head, I wonder if this is better perhaps than the whirlwinds that were just there a second ago.
I've started talking to no one in particular, and crazy as this might seem, it's proven to be strangely therapeutic. It's strange how the things that I've never had the guts to say are better said, even if it is only the air that hears me. Words like
I love you,
come back and the
no that carries all of my shame.
What more is there? For now at least, wouldn't you say that the quiet is nice? Yes, oh yes, the quiet is nice.
sherry @ 3:55:00 pm
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