Sometimes

Sometimes when I cry

I don't feel the tears

Only the little feet of emotions tracking down the contours

of worn-in cheeks, tired of mourning.

Given, I am no poet

but pain, like love, makes us all grow a little inspired-

to either laugh or relent and then write about it.

I have found that in pain I become my most creative,

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This journal thing actually proved to be a sort of de-stresser (ok, fine you were right once again, babe!). It makes me feel kind of like Carrie (yeah I know I know hun, be myself blah blah blah) of course without the big city or the Manolo's (sucks though). Come to think of it without the friends either, I am so lonely. I am lonesome. Wow, that ( Read more... )

I got a new journal! it's about time!