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Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Too feisty for love.
I'm in that 'odd state of the soul' where at once I feel and think of everything and nothing.
If I put it in pictures it would be like standing in the middle of a crossroad while people bustle by, oblivious to my presence. The world inches along, opportunities flash in my face and blink away. But none of these has anything to do with me. Today I am undone.

I am standing one street down watching myself. I watch curious and nervous, because that figure I know to be myself has not done anything yet, just standing and I suppose breathing, and I believe that she is folding her arms. I have no idea when she will begin to move and I stare wide-eyed at this alien existence like deer in headlights. I wonder if she notices me. This part of herself that has involuntarily detached from her physical body and floated away, mute and unable to call out to her, wait for me, I am right behind you, can't you see.

I pray she wouldn't leave me because then nothing would matter. I wouldn't matter.

she's not here @

11:50 PM