June 2nd, 2011 - 1:04 am
I'm aching...
My body aches. Lack of sleep. Fighting to keep my eyes open.
The knot in my neck seems to have been tied by the crew of a tall ship.
My mind aches. The swirling promise of good feelings is as flower petals caught in typhoon.
Anything swung so fiercely can be a hazard. The gashes on my consciousness can testify.
My soul aches. It is stitched so tightly to another. Kin of the spirit. now stretching across the world.
The fabric becomes warped and worn. Repairs will be necessary but the thread will remain stead fast.
Strain and Distance are but objects... and all is well
I'm aching...
My body aches. Lack of sleep. Fighting to keep my eyes open.
The knot in my neck seems to have been tied by the crew of a tall ship.
My mind aches. The swirling promise of good feelings is as flower petals caught in typhoon.
Anything swung so fiercely can be a hazard. The gashes on my consciousness can testify.
My soul aches. It is stitched so tightly to another. Kin of the spirit. now stretching across the world.
The fabric becomes warped and worn. Repairs will be necessary but the thread will remain stead fast.
Strain and Distance are but objects... and all is well
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