The Weight of a Ghost.

[6q]

No matter how many times I close my eyes and whisper your name in my bed at night, you are never any closer. I'm left with stale words, tired letters, a broken-down thought that will never leave me. Haunted by absence and tormented by presence; a juxtiposition that will never allow me to rest in peace. Ease is a distant thought, and I'm left with

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[wintermission]

not trying to make light of your emotions or anything, but you are very poetic in the way you write. i dig it.

[6q]

that's not really "making light" now is it? besides, the point is, that this isn't really all that heavy. it's just always there...

but thanks for appreciating my writing. i had an english professor once who said my writing was so flowery "it borders on self-parody!" :) i always thought yours was quite good, enough to keep a bloke who barely knows you interested in your life all this time. and i would reckon we're both seeing odd times right now...