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inteligrrl) wrote2003-11-07 02:55 am
inteligrrl) wrote2003-11-07 02:55 am
I have this unshakeable feeling seize me each time I go to write, or even speak
There is nothing true.
No word spoken that's not a lie.
Nothing written that will not betray you without a moment's notice.
No emotion felt that is not corrupted mere moments later.
No person or thing stable enough to be an anchor.
This world is only sinking sand, and there is nothing on which to build a foundation.
Not even myself.
No word spoken that's not a lie.
Nothing written that will not betray you without a moment's notice.
No emotion felt that is not corrupted mere moments later.
No person or thing stable enough to be an anchor.
This world is only sinking sand, and there is nothing on which to build a foundation.
Not even myself.
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hold on, must overcome my joy at seeing you post at all.
...
okay.
oh sweetheart. you know, or rather i hope you know that's not true. words spoken to and by you can quite well be true after a night's sleep. nothing i've ever said to you was untrue, and considering that, i hope that you'll think about this: i love you, darling. i miss you madly.
be well, sweet. i only wish i could do something to brighten your days.