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Numb
by Erin JonesI've become numb
Pain comes like rain
It falls upon me
And slides right off
Life is like a dream
I pretend to live
I pretend it's real
But in the back of my mind
I know that someday
I'll just wake up
And suddenly
All that is real today
Will become butterflies
And flutter away
There's more to this
Than what I feel
And I know someday
Like everything else
This will be gone as well
This wind I feel
Rushing across my face
Will blow everything away 12/08/2007 Author's Note: This is just a random train of thought I had... I don't know about the last three lines, opinions?
Posted on 12/08/2007
Copyright © 2024 Erin Jones
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| Posted by Richard Vince on 12/08/07 at 10:30 PM my opinion is that you should leave it as it is. i particularly like the last three lines, as it's a feeling i know well. or at least, i know the potential for it. so many nights i would lie in bed, listening to the wind outside and knowing that it would all make sense if i went outside and felt the wind surround me. this is probably the first time i've seen someone write about it like this. thank you for capturing this moment. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/20/07 at 08:16 PM So many times I've thought things like this. You putting it to words, yes, does appear therapeutic (as Rafika said). For so many years, I wrote to rid myself of the feelings I couldn't get rid of any other way. I identify with what you write here, and still often feel this way, except now I'm able to get through them more easily.
~Chelle~ |
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