Monday, August 15, 2005
These days, I find that I'm rediscovering old [if not ancient] feelings for a certain someone. I feel like I've chanced upon a shipwreck and oddly enough, I'm looking for the same treasure I couldn't find on board when this ship was afloat. Damn the pirates; pirates who steal your gold and all your kisses then turn you to the plank; pirates who seduce you with disheveled hair, well-worn hands and whiskey on their breath.
And amidst all this mayhem at sea, someone offers to hold my hand while I sit upon his pedestal. This seems all too familiar, the last person who had me sitting this high now no longer speaks to me. There I go as I always do in situations like these, chasing the winds, hoping that in some flight of fancy the certainty that he has for me will shift, so that that pirate will finally see me.
Everything contradicts; my heart, my head, my reasoning, my nerves, Him, him and you. Pieces strewn all over the place, and there's nowhere to look to avoid this. Well done, Sheralyn, well done, you've made a royal mess out of everything.
sherry @ 7:02:00 pm
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