Friday, February 1, 2008
The Place I Found
This is where I write something for you. This is where I sit down and open a vein. This is where I miss you. This is where I try and find the feeling of prickled skin. This is where I push the headphones closer. This is where I tell you what I think. This is where I tell you what I know. This is where I tell you that it’ll all be ok. This is where I talk to a stranger who isn’t a stranger. This is where I keep my peace, hope, love and happiness. This is where the wind blows. This is the mulberry bush. And around and around we go.
Written by Me at 12:42 AM
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I want to hold your hand. For support. For the both of us.
I read this one about a year ago.
Still remember it...
out of all the other ones
i think it's because i want to be a writer too, and this gives me a sense of where i want to go as far as topics to write about. I want to write things that when people read it they go "oh wow. that's exactly how i feel...exactly! finally someone could actually word it out"
i want my words to mean so much more than just words.
You and I are starting to fuse into one.
I miss the days when I felt like this.
In most days of my live I've secretly written a lot of entries for you. You know I've missed you..
This is where I push the headphones closer.
This is where I keep my peace, hope, love and happiness.
This is where I tell you that it's not all ok.
This is the mulberry bush.
And around and around we go.
i love you.
Wow! This one is very beautiful. So profound and evocative. I love it!
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