leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- through concrete It's amazing the places you'll turn to make the alone go away. Paint and pain and the street and wrong voices. Wondering the whole time if settling is sensible or suicide. And how do you stop searching? The end of want and wonder and wish is death. So do you die? Especially when it's a safe sweet death. Better perhaps to stop struggling to breathe and let it take you. Joy survives. Like weeds. It'll grow through concrete. But content is fragile. Unattainable maybe? But you catch glimpses. At least you think you do. Not that you'll ever know if they sold their souls or if it's what they wanted. So that's it. The big question. The one I can't answer. Die or wait. 2:56 p.m. - July 01, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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