Sunday, September 26, 2010

The truth is out

My writing has a block. My colors dulled and senses asleep. I sit and stare for hours wondering what to think of next. Where is the fire that I long for, the love worth the death, and the adventure I long for. Can you bring me the truth I want? Is it you I reach out for when nightmares creep into me? I'm not comfortable crying so why is it you that see's through the bullshit and tears? Tomorrow is another day. I'll hide the feelings, I'll hide the rights, wrongs and everything else I need to hide. Tomorrows just another day. Another day to want the absolution.

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