she sits cold and alone
in the still quiet house.
silent sobs cause her body to shake.
she could never have imagined
the pain that has invaded her soul.
she aches for a comfort
that will forevermore shun her.
in the still quiet house
she sits cold and alone.
breathe,
she whispers.
just breathe.
*breathing*
4 comments:
Just got back from Florida, and boy are my arms tired!
Ain't nothing like going to a meeting with 15 people pissing on each other on the clock and then going out to dinner with the same people and having a wonderful time off the clock. How disfunctional is that? Fascinating!
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P.S. Don't stop breathing...
yes, i agree...i don't hear from you anymore and i am beginning to be worried. i miss my cookie friend and her "giggles"...hope evrything is ok. the old db'ers need to stick together. hugs little one. hobbes
LMAO! Shouldn't you have said "just flew in from Florida and boy are my arms tired?"
So did you have a good time in Florida or not so much?
*still breathing*
~ blondie
John,
I am around and reasonably ok. You can always find me on my blog or gtalk/gmail. '07 is a bit of an adjustment year and I am just trying to find a balance.
~ blondie
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