Monday, May 11, 2009


Like Logan, like Jimmy, you wait to unleash those claws within. The anger, the frustrations- seething and trembling! And it takes only a thought, a word to tear and burst the inner restraints that barely hold. Then the wounds that never really heal. Memories too painful, too dear to let go. Of happy times, intimate times, sad times, grievings... Sometimes you wish you never knew, never tried and tasted something so pure though doubt persists. You wonder if you ever lived. You wonder if it will ever be. That kindred soul, a song of old, familiar smells, laughs, sensations- perhaps yours yet not to keep. Perchance to slumber, perchance to dream. Let the wake of tomorrow bring a fresh new day.

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