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The Window |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough 
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My desk sits near a window beyond the glass - lives the world I'm trapped by my thoughts more often than not He asks almost daily how I am and my answer is always the same "I'm fine." This agrees, and he walks away with a smile He would never leave my side if I really let him know what went on in my brain as I sit here staring out the window at the world going by Did Emily, Plath and Pound feel this way? Is depression a suit that poets wear neatly pressed every day? Perhaps tomorrow I will walk outside then maybe I can breath and be truthful the next time he asks - "How are you?" "Not good, not good at all." Choose to live, and love and all the in betweens. Dry your eyes, and shelter your heart and let the pendulum swing. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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you sure hit home with this one Tima |
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