seems like ive all done lately is post story people posts. damn. just seems that they are expressing what i cant. bugger. need to learn to be more eloquent again. too difficult me thinks. means i have to engage my brain. what if i dont have one anymore?!

oh so true, so true. if only

She moved with the grace of a cat & her tongue licked at the corner of her lips & I'm sure she would have helped me if I could have said I am just a child & don't know what to do, but I was just a child & didn't know how to tell her about those new & raw places in my heart, so she stood there in the dim light with her hair like a cloud of perfume around her face & neither of us spoke & now I wish I could go back & hold her & say someday we will laugh & ache about this.

how do we find it again?

Hole in his Heart He has a hole where his heart used to be because it fell out when he was running from scary things one night in a dream & it hurts all the time now & he doesn't know how to fix it & sometimes I think he doesn't even remember that it's gone.

of course people lie to me, she said. I'm not the type you can trust with a credit card, much less the truth. - story people

i feel like that about most of humanity!

Hard to Forget

I was waiting for such a long time, she said. I thought you forgot. It's hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.

winnie the pooh tells it best

Daffodowndilly

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

-from When We Were Very Young