It's like being parched...sunburned from extreme heat; overexposure to all the elements...and having a cactus as your only source of drink.
Sometimes, this thing just doesn't seem worth all the rough edges it takes to get to the core...the sweet of it all...
Feelings...pride...even truth--at one point or another, everything seems trifling...hypocritical; human nature...it gets in the way...
Leaving us stuck somewhere in the middle...between that proverbial rock and some hard place...the stormy side of a rainbow...
...the grey far beneath the sphere where cumulus clouds abound or on the dim side of the shade, with darkness serving at best, as temporarily relief...
I want to get away.
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Somedays I wish you would write and not stop
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