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October 29 sunday bluesi feel the blues wash over me...what is it about sunday evening that numbs the mind, and intensifies the emptiness.
maybe december is too far away,
why should i feel empty though when i have you?
maybe it has yet to sink in
the traffic is deafening but i can hear your voice in my head and i can see you smile without closing my eyes which see the fly on the wall on the curtain beside me that covers the window that looks out over the street where the traffic is deafening...
and for a minute i feel a smile sneak up on the corner of my mouth.
October 24 slipping awayi have been advised (STRONGLY) to spill my guts..open my heart rather.. say how i really feel. i agree. and yet i dont know how.
i know its killing me, not knowing . its better to put an end to it. (or give it a beginning perhaps)
but i still dont know how. a letter? a call? a song? a poem maybe...
i dont have the courage for either. it makes me dizzy. what if its a no.
even worse what if its a yes? why is that so scary ?saying it doesnt seem like such a good idea anymore.
im getting cold feet.
better than a broken heart isnt it ?
October 16 !why does it drive me mad to find someone else copying my photographs and pasting it on their blog?? why cant people ask? arggggghhhh. the solution is to remove the damn photo album. thats a lot of work, that id someday like to exhibit, and dont want anyone passing off as their own or copying for that matter.
some people are insensitve no matter what. since i let it bother me all the time , i just got to let them go. |
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