

A letter to my lost love...I surround myself with people I know and people I only know by name. I have stayed busy running erands, cooking, reading, texting, looking for work and thinking. I am at the gym two hours every day, which keeps me in the shower twice a day. I turn on the TV then turn off the TV. I log into myspace at least a half-a-dozen times daily. And no matter what I do, or dont do, I still have this aching feeling in my chest. Sometimes I feel it all over my body. Like I have come down with the flu. Or heart disease. But heart disease would only have me thinking of "The End". And the flu would only keep me in bed. No, this feeling keeps my feet walking aA letter to my lost love...


HoleThis longing deep within my soul, This inarticulate disease. Is now what keeps me up at night, And causes all my bones to freeze. These shattered glimpses in my mind, Of things and thoughts one mustn’t say. They dance and tease behind my eyes, I can not make them go away. I’m killed again by metaphors, I spiral down inside myself. And if I dare to see the truth, I see my heart upon a shelf. Again the longing visits me, Derived by thoughts I hide behind. My sanctuary far away-Hole
Within my broken longing mind.
Icarus
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