Thursday, August 2, 2007
Shut up, head
Tell me these words aren't right; that I have nothing to worry about..that I have no reason to pull things apart, and pick at my own remains. I'm not going back there..but that place has become as much a part of me, as Home.I am relearning..everything..so tell me which words aren't right..
Betwixt a star -who is more to me than all the safety and silver in their so called world; and its sanctuary, there is renewal. It tells me that everything -not just words; will be alright, and I believe that this will be so. It promises that I will never go back there, and I am at ease.
There will always be so much more to write, on nights like this.
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