Sunday, May 8, 2011

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My chest hurts, and my throat tightens, and my eyes well up, and its like your part of me. Its like your necesarry for me to live. Without you, I would crumble, like ash, when you poke a burned out log in a fire, I would crumble, sending out a shower of sparks. Im barily alive. The only thing keeping me here is the nonchalantly said hellos as I pass you in the halls of misery and hope,and seeing your face, an undescrible one... where nothing seems to happen, but the bustling of peoples bodies, like a fast moving throb, like were all one thing. Its a shame really, how things always seem to turn out. Too bad, really. I can dream, I s'pose, but I wouldn't dare think anything better would come of it. Not now. Maybe not ever. What is this thing, this feeling? I have never read about it or seen it. Though I am feeling, of that I am sure. I dont know what to call. Or rather I am too scared to name it...

5 comments:

  1. Whoa! Very descriptive writing Crescent. Very sensitive.
    Is this how you are feeling now?
    *gives her a hug*

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  2. *hugs back* thanks kallista. You have no idea what it means to hear that. And I seem to be feeling like this a lot more often lately...Stupid emotions...

    *inward groan* why did you post this? Bad Dobby! *grabs lamp of table and bangs head*

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  3. woah...beautiful imagery :)

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  4. Wow! That was so beautifully sad.
    I'm sorry you're felling that way, though. :[
    ~also hugs Crescent~

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