‘Love yourself’….. And pain cuts through me as I feel the emptiness and the longing for his warm arms around
Its like my energy is seeping out of me, only leaving the debris I don’t want. Please talk to me.
I wonder, she said. I wonder why the souls of my feet burn. They feel so hot.
You are walking the
I rest my soul
at the trunk of the tree.
I lean back and let the silence of the air
The whisper of
As a broken man he stands with his head bowed in misery. Shoulders hanging, legs giving way to nothing.
I wrote this entry in a discussion group on facebook. I am not sure if I really expected any response, half
I do not believe in evil.
So there it is.
I have thought about this for a while. Listened to american voices
Hun er bange for hvad der må møde hende, så hun beder Krigeren om at gå med hende og om
So I dance
and no one will know
so exquisitely my delight!
So he knows my name
but we carry hundreds of names