the time is dwindling from the day into the night.
here i am, pressed, pressured, to fulfill a desire.
this is becoming my idea of breathing.
of working through a leaving.
it's taking the mechanism out of coping
because i am focusing on a goal.
i'm making a start out of a finish.
and i'm doing it for me this time.

12/16/2009

Author's Note: sometimes i miss you more when ever i'm at home...

Posted on 12/17/2009
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