"Let it go," she says, as her hand hovers over my heart. Her eyes, a deep brown, hold pity, sorrow, and understanding in them ( Read more... )

Do I call him
What do I say
I can't say 'I need you'

I wonder
What it is he would say
Does he feel like I do

Am I missed
Does he think of me
Or are his thoughts filled with her

Tell me how
Do I keep doing this
When it's not me he prefers

Just saw 50 First Dates, for the first time. I liked it a lot...especially the part where she takes him into her studio and there are all the paintings of him. *sigh* That was so romantic. I really miss that...romance...maybe that's why I'm so down in the mouth, 'cause I'm lonely. Lonely in a crowd...isn't that how it goes? I miss being crazy- ( Read more... )

I should try to be more upbeat. It's the holiday season right...love and joy and all that. I suppose I've never been the happy go lucky bouncy bunny, but I feel more like a scrooge this year than any other that I can remember. I don't mean that in the money sense either...though I am pretty broke this year. My good-will towards men is woefully ( Read more... )

Chaos swirls around me. Just when I think I've found a place of stability...some place to rest for an instant and put everything back into order...that's when I'm swept up, again, in a maelstrom of chaos. I sometimes wonder if I will become a hub of chaos someday. Will it become my natural state? I don't see how anyone could do it, live in a ( Read more... )

Do not despair for me my dear
Upon these bitter shores
Just hold my memory in your heart
Behind all of your locked doors

Keep me pressed, like a wilted flower
'Twixt your love and hate
For I always understood the bond
That I could not abate

What is it that makes us all so different? I know there are many reasons for variances, but even if we were all raised by the same people/person in the same environment...we would still be different ( Read more... )

Just wanted to say...I love my kitty picture ( Read more... )

Freedom. What does it mean? It's one of those concepts that is different for everyone, and yet the conclusion is the same. It comes down to not being held by something. Whether it's an idea, or something physical, or even something emotional, the precursor to it is being trapped. I question the concept as I question many others such as ( Read more... )

Nothing's promised in this life ( Read more... )