Yeah, so I turns out I'm not dead after all. And I'm not grateful either.
Seems you can't just wish yourself away, in this day and age. Seems those ties bind stronger than we think.
Perhaps I can write myself back to life. Let's find out.
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Is this where I was going?
I have not seen the plays in town,
Only the computer printouts.
I have not read the latest books,
Only the Wall Street Journal.
I have not heard a bird sing this year,
Only the ringing of the phones.
I have not taken a walk anywhere,
But from the parking lot to my office.
I have not shared a feeling in years,
But my thoughts are known to all.
I have not listened to my own needs,
But what I want I get.
I have not shed a tear in ages.
I have arrived.
Is this where I was going?
(Natasha Josefowitz)
Only the computer printouts.
I have not read the latest books,
Only the Wall Street Journal.
I have not heard a bird sing this year,
Only the ringing of the phones.
I have not taken a walk anywhere,
But from the parking lot to my office.
I have not shared a feeling in years,
But my thoughts are known to all.
I have not listened to my own needs,
But what I want I get.
I have not shed a tear in ages.
I have arrived.
Is this where I was going?
(Natasha Josefowitz)
About Me
- Kitten In A Submarine
- I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. Complicated, intense,stressed, tired. Difficult to get to know and hard to love. Rarely admit vulnerability - never accept help. Standing note to self: "must try harder".
