...quiet, about a lot of things...
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Almost As Bad As Coal...
It comes from keeping secrets. Holding on too tightly to (dastardly renegade) feelings. Smiling so long that your muscles twitch with exhaustion.
Eyeing the door a bit too long, with the desire to bolt.
Waiting for the fever to pass.
Not wanting to speak of hallucinations.
ya know..the typical holiday crud.
Please bear with me.
This too, shall pass.