2007-04-05
lack
I don�t know what to write, and it�s killing me.
The words are strained and restrained. I�m looking for them the way I search for utensils in dirty sink water, wiggling my fingers about and looking for something to grasp. Just some sort of idea, some emotion, to clutch.
I�m coming up short.
leesah-likes at 11:20 p.m.