I walk the world searching for beauty and poetry. Someone beautiful who will feed my hunger, give me pleasure so pure, so whole, so good that it takes away the isolation of my pain.
I go from place to place trying to get my satisfaction.
I don't even wish for a miracle.I just want a day without pain or triggers to remind me of my pain.
I hope for days without pain on the menu.
Sometimes I bury those feelings so deep I can't find them. The past troubles me as much as my present.
Thursday, April 01, 2010
I'm only existing
I'm walking through I see nothing ahead, nothing behind. I keep moving because I see people occasionally go past. So I go in their direction. I don't know why, it always more of the same thing, nothing.
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