No one can tell what goes on
in between the person you were
and the person you become.
No one can chart that blue
and lonely section of hell.
There are no maps of the change.
You just... come out the other side.
Or you don't.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Hoping in silence All is not lost Resisting the urge To touch, to hold Afraid of losing What never was mine
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