This world surrounds me
Within my view, and outside of it.

Watching the watchers as they sit and stare
In oblique paranoia, without epiphany.

Without my pen, my paper in this world
I am devoid of form, of feeling.

My thoughts get stuck in the middle
Without you to release them, release me.

As long as I breathe, you are with me,
In this world and whatever the next will be.

Missing you is what I do best, while my mind
Goes on, out into this day of the world.

A deep breath, exhaled intot the air of flirtation
Of infatuation of life, living, love.

I ask my self, J, what on earth
Were you thinking of?

03/13/2006

Posted on 03/14/2006
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