i started writing an email....

[bennie2]

call me a fucking idiot! tell me I'm a moron...

make me feel better. make me feel more than the less I feel right now....

sunday is a mountain day... i feel like i should throw myself off...

constantly missing someone isn't fair on my stupid sensitive mind. how dare these memories haunt!

her childish laugh is still in my dreams

[mtmynd]

o shit! "make me feel more than the less"... there's that mark-ism again. he infected you, too!

[hester_prynne]

Oh crikey..suck it up and walk it off....like men do eh?

H

[mousey1]

Well, but you know, if you satisfy all your depths of feeling

meet each every loving need

you may then find silence

empty words bereft of anything.

But wouldn't we happily trade our poetry

for that special hand to hold

the peace of heart to heart and skin to skin?



Of course we could always switch to contented sonnets and restful sleeping in.



Does anyone really know. I'm just grateful for the beauty found in other people's words and their longed for seeking.