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Saturday, September 09, 2006
Crying is such an instinctive, primal method of release,
how the tears streak down your face and your breath comes in heaved sobs,
the incisive struggle to release emotion.
How does one describe bittersweetness?
This clutch of despondent emotions unravelling near where my heart is,
with happiness as its silent accomplice.
We so deeply want to own people,
to feel that we play a significant enough role in their lives,
enough to warrant being missed and constantly (and fondly) remembered,
to give others mementoes of ourselves in the form of gifts and letters.
Rightly or wrongly
I have no idea, but I suppose we all crave love.
There are times your heart descends into a twisted gnarl of feelings.
And your throat chokes up, painfully,
despite the desperate number of times you remind yourself;
that time possesses that gentle eventuality of smoothing out the knotted creases of heartache.
Its 3am, and i'm still up.
posted by sharonk on
2:25 AM