Wednesday, January 04, 2006

??compare::contrast??

Jan. 1, 2004
I hold onto my stress as if it were the breath of life.
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no more. yes, i still have stress and confusion... but i think the difference is that i am becoming more adept at change.

mostly.
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Jan. 20, 2005

these things that pull at my heart these things that start down there somewhere in my gut and runs up through my abdomen somewhere just under the skin and through my heart and then into my throat and i feel it in my cheeks and then i cry.

these things which pass in and out of me like ghosts and thats what it is too. ghosts of you and her and how you used to live in my heart and how that was all ripped away and now all that i can feel about it is emptyness hurt remorse sadness.

these heartstrings, thats what they talk about isnt it? these heartstrings run through my bones and out into the floor and sit tangled up under the furniture along with the dust bunnies and lint and some old button.

these heartstrings get played everytime i think of what i wanted for us all.

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damn. still. yes. pluck. twang.

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