Friday, June 08, 2007
Pieces
Ive been living for a couple of weeks now, staring blankly up my ceiling and its painstakingly sad to know that I cannot turn my head to another direction and find an empty space beside me. It's not stress which I always tell everyone, its loneliness that grips me, so tight that it hurts telling me to find that missing piece. .
I'm feeling empty but I'm trying not too. . but I know I found a piece. . i knew i found it. .
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