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not sure.... spilling out stuff...

I've turned her over again and again in my head...
this unknown love creeping in on me out of the darkness.
like a closet monster that attacks after a horror movie in my childhood memories.
i'm left with empty thoughts and empty hands wreathing in the pain of idleness.
I sit in emptiness again, without a lap to rest my aching head.
a sliver of silver light is all that highlights the interior.
I see shadows. I see flashes of headlights.
what is there to do, or say when there is no one?
For once, I crave the morning light to deliver me from the desperation to escape being alone.
She turns...
filling my head of memories of the other day, and the next time she will populate my future.
Till then she turns there, an image burnt into my head, keeping me in a stagnant state of loneliness.
no night light will cure this aliment.
please be a dear and close the drapes, I really hate it when the morning sun wakes me so early.
please let me sleep long into the day so I wont always feel this way. Locked in the night.
she turns...
again.

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lonelyaphrodite
Jul. 19th, 2001 09:13 am (UTC)
this is absolutely beautiful... its so lovely...

the way you describe how he's feeling is so vivid, and its like he's feeling himself falling for someone that he doesn't want to fall for...

wow! really beautiful... i wish i could write like that!!! :-)
joe_black
Jul. 19th, 2001 10:06 pm (UTC)
Re:
I do this all the time... its called rambling.
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