Comments | colleensmc: Cryptic love rambling (at least it's not a limmerick)

colleensmc

Cryptic love rambling (at least it's not a limmerick)

Nov 27, 2005 16:59

Uncertainty and grief have settled into my chest cavity like a cold. I am trying to coax out the dark heaviness with tea, positive self-talk and space to think and process. I can feel it loosening only to grab hold again stubbornly, latching on to my insecurities and learned notions of codependent "love ( Read more... )

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cattack November 29 2005, 04:54:08 UTC

Do you have any free time tomorrow, doll? I'd love to see you once more before you leave. I have a hair appointment at 2pm and yoga later, but I can probably put that off until Thursday. Do let me know!

melissa here anonymous November 29 2005, 07:52:27 UTC

i know the cold. it can happen so suddenly. sometimes i feel it, other times i just know it is there....freezing my happiness, freezing my optimism for another time. i wish i had a time table for limbo. i don't want to do it anymore.

i could use a limmerick.... anonymous November 30 2005, 01:54:17 UTC

I know this feeling well. It's times like these when my head is swirling with ever increasing confusion I try to listen past the storm and ruckus. I listen for the wordless, logicless being of my body. A sound like water from below the surface. Becasue theory, and words and reasons and processes are all bullshit. I drown in these things. Because Annie Sprinkle can't tell me what my heart should want anymore than Rev. Phelps. Because chemistry is undeniable. But trust is everything.
The tightness in my chest won't loosen because you know that you'll hurt me and I can't move even though I see it coming. I've stopped wishing that my heart be not broken. I wish now for the time pass quickly and my heart to be whole again. And most of all I wish that if you may return that my body can accept you.

Re: i could use a limmerick.... colleensmc December 2 2005, 22:52:21 UTC

I know you well and I am happy to see you using your words again. If such transition can inspire a blocked writer to find her words and spin them into such heartfelt (heartwrenching) revelations then I am sure all is not lost. The tightness is not so suffocating and honesty is working to dismantle these walls we've created, so that for once, since such a time long ago, we can really see each other. Thank you.