morning class

April 03, 2007 tuesday - 09:19

my toes are hurting
from missing you.
it feels sour and it burns.

i hide my face behind walls of glass
where i can see and cannot see.

i miss you. i miss the easiness we had. i miss the comfort. i miss the hoping. i miss the possibility.

this way it is easier, but i feel so unsafe and so insecure.

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