sometimes, my thoughts become this loud, obnoxious ringing. consuming. overbearing. i forget the last words actually spoken. and every now and then i wonder if you could hear--if you noticed the thoughts swirling in the space between.
sometimes, i wonder if you know..
where is yesterday?
05 November 2005
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breathe into the pictures our feelings
a beautiful thought, to be sure.
i struggle, wondering if reliving yesterday would hurt more than help. the pain and joy of memory is overwhelming as it is, without having it's images multiplied.
maybe you're right.
the sliver of hope in me hopes with all it has left that you're right :)
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