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Emotional waiting for a warm, welcoming embrace Nothing

Where is that warm hug to welcome me as
the safe haven, as
the nest, as the promised land, as the
granted asylum?

Where's that button and chest protective
I groped in the darkness my load of alienation?

Fall 2008

(as you can see that this is dated today, after a year, I ask myself more questions like these ...)

What Does It Mean If My Toddler Is Always Thirsty

I am nothing.
You're not anything.

None. None. None.

We are the mist that falls on the plain sleepy
of memory soon forgotten.
We are the bitter sneer of life that fails.
We love, love
you're not, you're not
love
you are nothing!

're the anger that I have for myself.


I am nothing, and neither are you.

But at least I have the beauty of these words!
And you never know what it means to be!

Fall 2008