Monday, November 03, 2008

Talkers keep on saying things like… “You’ll be alright”

My knuckles are bruised a lot these days. My ego’s bruised my stomach’s bruised. I’m fighting a lot; defending even more. I’m under siege and overwhelmed.

How often can I tell my self that love won’t simply pass through me like water through the grinds?

How else could I come out of this? Strong but bitter.


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