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it's starting...
I feel creeping tentacles moving through me I fight the spreading of lowness reaching ever reaching as it covers my heart and I fight the settling in knowing pain will multiply after tomorrow morning my fight will be over and I will hurt |
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I hate it when everyone leaves.
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Dig it. "creeping tentacles"
Loved the imagination in this piece. |
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the pain, multiplied by "two"....harp on the memories you made and shared, though they can never be compared...cyber hug
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Very nice.
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shared perfume,makeup...
shared laughter,christmas... shared goodbyes... & I know whats coming... tight hugs..whispered I love yous...blinding tears as I gently release them and myself...always one of them holding me tighter..and I force myself to turn away... thankyou for the lovely comments... teasingbrunette |
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always one of them holding me tighter..and I force myself to turn away...
^ahh those built in defense mechanisms, we cling to them far tighter then anyone could ever hold us, and yet for some odd reason they give us strength and make us even weaker at the same time....Hoping the New year brings you more joyful times.... |
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an emotional avalanche
smile a new year of...everything. ![]() |
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That's exactly how I feel when I get really depressed. You captured it perfectly. Great write.
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