leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - There are unending spinny days of blurred colors, and leaking tears. Too much noise fills my chest with the need to run. So I am tied by angry ankles to places I don't want to be. And in my belief that I am trapped I forget I made this choice. Oh, and it's not awful. It's not. Not all the time. Not even close. But it's hard, and I can sense that it used to be better, be more, be good. Like the ghost of that still lingers and it is the knowledge that this isn't what it could be that disturbs me most. That or not sleeping. Haha. 4:01 p.m. - September 28, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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