there is a stillness
in the moment
I realize you're not there
That the you I've been touching-
caressing-
is miles and
miles
away.
That the you to which I write
is not leaning
intently
over my shoulder
gently reading these words.
And the stillness
spreads
spins out from the shoulders
in smooth, delicate, waves.
Spirals down into my
lungs-
falling in cool, thick,
layers of fog.
Sinks into my marrow
until there is nothing
but the stillness
nothing but my lungs
nothing but my marrow
nothing but the distance
and nothing
but nothing
remains.
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Written October 26th, 2006
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like.your.name.and.this.
it.tells.a.story.but.at.the.same.time.it.can.be.interpreted
in.several.ways.making.it.easily.relatable.by.other.people.
also.i'm.proud.to.say.it.wasn't.emo[in.an.annoying.way].it.was.
more.bittersweet.because.you.recognised.the.love.you.felt.at.
one.point[and.still].but.tinged.with.a.hard.and.bitter.realisation. -
This is really good, really emotional. I can't believe you haven't had any comments on it. It really sings of emotion. Great writing!
xXxChristinaxXx
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