(Untitled)

[upickaddict]

I don't even know who reads this or not. I don't know if anything I ever write even means anything. I have tonight gotten to the point where it just doesn't matter anymore. Whether I meet Brent or not is unknown. I don't know if it does matter. I will keep doing the club but I would imagine other people could do it much better than I ever could. I

Comments

Poem

[lifesashes]

Could you sir please spare a sip
My lips are cracked and dry
I’ve been a long time on this trip
Though God knows why I try

I once thought people cared at first
To give me the drink I lack
Though when it came their time for thirst
They asked for their water back

As she spoke I felt within
My own thirst start to swell
Her sad condition pained me then
I only wished her well

I like you am parched, said I
Haven’t had a drink in years
I know what it feels to be so dry
Not even enough for tears

Take a drink and cure your thirst
Though please don’t fail to see
My own parched throat with which I’m cursed
I fain would drink from thee

What drink have I inside of me
Taste if you can try
Find someone else to cure thee
Of a throat so parched and dry

Re: Poem

[upickaddict]

Thanks for the poem. I'm not sure I understood all of it, but I think I did. *sigh* Anyway, thanks for your concern....I think i'm screwed over all around.

Re: Poem

[lifesashes]

I know. That's the sad part of the poem. The girl on her journey is kinda screwed. She may always go thirsty. The person she meets on the roadside, though thirsty, and in a sad state, may not always be so. The importance of the poem though isn't to be found in who is thirsty but on who gives water. I hope you find it worthwhile.

Re: Poem

[upickaddict]

I don't even see a point in a lot of things anymore. It just all feels awful. I can't even stand doing a lot half the time anymore.