Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final yawn. It's hard, and the easy parts are hard, the hard parts harder. I can't keep your schedule. My back hurts from this chair, and I'm tired, because I'm always tired these days. But I waited. So don't wait, we both shouldn't wait. I wanted it to come out for you, I wanted to prove that I could continue, not miss a page, and it would all be the same. I wanted easy transition, and I wanted some words, caught in throats. Everything I own is earned. I've paid for everything, nearly in full. Everything I have is near, that's true. Everything is up in the air. Everything is play it by ear, and we'll see, and sometime soon. I can pin nothing down to anything, uncertainty is just rampant. You could go any where, any time Surrender exhausts me, that's what I wanted to tell you. That's the world that fails me when I tell you everything will be okay. You could go all day I would have held you tonight, had my arms been long enough, just to make sure you were still there, near. 10:31 p.m. - 2003-02-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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