i seem to have a case of it lately.
there are so many things i could write, share, explore, but sometimes i just can’t. so, i will dig deep and pull out something from a long time ago…
“The hollow feeling in my soul keeps telling me to write… But i can not find the words to express the intense pounding of my heart, as the little girl inside fights hard to escape the in-closing walls. Help me, I’m trapped. But I don’t know what from. I try to run, but I’m chained down. Sweating and crying, I can’t get away. Happiness surrounds me, people love me, but still, She’s there. Struggling, pounding, sobbing. Unable to find freedom in the empty caverns of my heart.”
-November 12, 1992
September 27, 2007 at 3:35 am
Oh 1992….how I wish I could go back! Nice writing, although I hope it was only writing, because it sounds as if you were sad! I hate it when you are sad!
September 27, 2007 at 9:46 am
yah, just writing. i liked to freak people out with the stuff i wrote. pretty sure i haven’t changed that much!
September 27, 2007 at 10:51 am
Ok then! I love it! Now let’s unblock that blockage and hear some more!