Tuesday, December 21, 2004
the significance of having someone
THERE constantly watching you, patting you on the back and telling you that "everything is going to be okay" is incomparably striking. when loneliness gets to a point that it starts to echo, you always wished there would be that someone, who sits there putting ten warm fingers on your hands and tell you those words you've longed for:
"everything is going to be okay"
I cried while I was watching
Amelie yesterday, because I hear the hole on the other side of my head nod, and smile in a tempting way. just can't help it, I guess.
Poet says with her maggots at 10:34 PM
I think I finally puked, splashed a whole ground all the embrassment and hatred for years
not forgiving still though
Poet says with her maggots at 10:27 PM
tell me, SF my love
when am I going to see you again?
Poet says with her maggots at 11:31 AM
