Aug 03, 2005 21:18
i'm just going to write. do not reply to this if you are going to criticize- even constructive criticism. i'm still self-conscious.
a new world.
the same, but somehow changed.
familiar walls, familiar faces
slightly different than before.
lost: a small stone among the gravel,
constantly stepped on and over, but never noticed.
who cares for its tiny musings?
kicked around, dragged place to place
missing the new place called "home".
Better to be around the hardly-known
than those who know a false image.
Adjustment is hard.
A new year:
a beginning.
an end.
not yet clasped in place;
still floating.
Their eyes haunt me:
the eyes of those I cannot attain.
My memory still clings to their scent,
their laugh,
their hug,
their image:
still so freshly imprinted.
Will we meet again?
The tide torchers me; despite everything, it always retreats.
i am dazed.