leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I... I blur. My edges get smudged and I blur. Like an out-of-focus picture. You snapped and I was already running away. Or maybe to. So now I'm that for always...trapped in forever motion, breathless. I lick at the pain and the pride and the confusion and I choke. The ties that bind come undone so easily. And there isn't enough tape in all the world to fix them. I might try if you'd stop kicking me every time I stand still. There must be a somewhere in all this nothingness. How is it the nothing, is filled with so much that is beautiful? I suck at it like candy, even when it's not enough. But I'm tired of being hungry. Want...want...want... And I seek the water. I curl into a triangle, and the water holds me up, and I'm bliss, I'm gone. And it's the sweetest thing. The dark, but the good kind. And I don't want to come back...but I do. Because I think maybe...maybe. So I wait, and watch, and wonder. I seek. And it's alive and it's breathing and it knows me completely. And just maybe it'll wake, and stretch, and shake the rocks from my path while I climb it's lovely mountain spine. Or not. Found and sated. Or dashed and torn on razor wings. Sometimes it's the destination not the journey. 2:57 p.m. - January 17, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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