missing.
the child on the back of that milk carton isn't the only thing.
empty.
and not just the chair across from me.
silent.
i don't mean the 4am air.
there's something, someone, anything.
that's missing from my life.
meaning, feeling, inspiration.
who knows exactly what.
all i know is every morning i wake up, my heart feels like the tomb must have that first so called easter morning.
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 7:12 PM UTC
missing.
the child on the back of that milk carton isn't the only thing.
empty.
and not just the chair across from me.
silent.
i don't mean the 4am air.
there's something, someone, anything.
that's missing from my life.
meaning, feeling, inspiration.
who knows exactly what.
all i know is every morning i wake up, my heart feels like the tomb must have that first so called easter morning.