February 13, 2010

• There are so many things I still want to say.

  But something always stops me.  Maybe it's the pang in my chest every time my thoughts wander to you, which is often.

  I don't want to think anymore.  I don't want to feel.

   

  My tendency too often is to scrap what I have and start over rather than working to fix something broken.

  O sleep, if thou be'st merciful...

  • 9:22 am
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