x Feb. 20, 2004 x
xx a moment to burn xx
i'm screaming idle words that bounce off unlistening walls. i can't feel my toes or my fingers and the cold has become something of a unnerving friend. i'm left here to ponder in my guilt and feel ashamed for the motions i have taken.
you can't understand sadness until you've walked inside purple shoes. and depression lingers in even the happiest of foes. but to know the unwavering sadness, i do not know. but the course of my actions has led me to believe i will never shake the mournful thoughts that come at me during bright, warm days or in the flight of a bluebird.
you can, i tell you, be sad, and still smile even the prettiest of all smiles.
till my body turns to dust...i will love you.