September 8th, 2009

poked with a sharp stick ...

words written by an incomplete stranger whose voice pierces my lackadaisical effort to focus on other things, stirs emotions held tightly close to the heart, just in case I lose hold. emotions run lose and wild, crashing here and there to make one feel ... to feel ... to have hope and be sad, to be calm and hysterical, to love ...

thanks kym and catherine ... thanks.
  • Current Music
    Midtown Dickens - The Road (Pt. II)