Sep 2011
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I feel as though my chest could cave in at any given moment, as though the only way I can relieve myself of this o v e r w h e l m i n g ..... W E I G H T is to write, to press my pen against the paper so firmly that I can no longer feel my fingertips, no longer feel any pressure except the trembling in my arms from my own efforts.
I feel as though my lungs are on the brink of collapse. I'm suffocating on my own foolish emotions... struggling to breathe in, breath out... to just BREATHE.
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I tell myself that love is an impossible task; and unconquerable feat. (For we are all most certainly not without our vices...) However, this indescribable feeling that has embedded itself in my very being denies me the sweet escape of both cynicism and apathy.
I find myself overtaken with the strange and foreign knowledge that I Love You and nothing; not circumstance, nor situation; not time, nor distance; not life, nor even death could change that.
(May 2008)
I feel as though my chest could cave in at any given moment, as though the only way I can relieve myself of this o v e r w h e l m i n g ..... W E I G H T is to write, to press my pen against the paper so firmly that I can no longer feel my fingertips, no longer feel any pressure except the trembling in my arms from my own efforts.
I feel as though my lungs are on the brink of collapse. I'm suffocating on my own foolish emotions... struggling to breathe in, breath out... to just BREATHE.
...
I tell myself that love is an impossible task; and unconquerable feat. (For we are all most certainly not without our vices...) However, this indescribable feeling that has embedded itself in my very being denies me the sweet escape of both cynicism and apathy.
I find myself overtaken with the strange and foreign knowledge that I Love You and nothing; not circumstance, nor situation; not time, nor distance; not life, nor even death could change that.
(May 2008)
