I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Monday, March 10, 2008
The World We Share
The world in the bottom of a glass. It’s the only world I share with you anymore. I visit each night after work at precisely 5:30pm. Stay a while. Enjoy the silence. And promise to be back tomorrow.
And even though i visit at a different tome and the silence is quieter than any silence ive ever heard before i understand, this is me and i just wish i could stop visiting if it doesnt do anything anymore...
The world in the bottom of a glass. It’s the only world I share with you anymore. I visit each night after work at precisely 5:30pm. Stay a while. Enjoy the silence. And promise to be back tomorrow.
This is one of the saddest entries here. I can feel the desperation to hold on, but also the resignation.
ReplyDeleteYou always write the words people can't say, but feel deep down. Thank you.
And even though i visit at a different tome and the silence is quieter than any silence ive ever heard before i understand, this is me and i just wish i could stop visiting if it doesnt do anything anymore...
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