I have no choice but to give what I receive.
To not do so would be to defy the natural flow of life.
And to defy life would mean death.
I'd rather choose to be alive.
And so I choose to bleed.
December 5, 2010
An Old Unfinished Poem about Missing Someone
...missing you makes me nauseous though I truly wish it didn't but there's something so obnoxious about the absence of your presence I just don't know how to stop this Although I keep it so well hidden for to be open and honest has become strictly forbidden....