The hour is late, but I cant sleep. My mind is still spinning and my head starts to hurt; my fingers are still cold and my body still frozen. I cant move. My vision long since blurred and my eyes sting, but the tears are still trapped inside. I want to scream but my voice had been taken from me. So I sit here motionless, again and again reading your message......
(Clint sent me a message via nexopia.....it reads as follows)
Date:
Thu Dec 9, 2010 1:48 am
Subject:
No Subject
I don't know if you ever got my birthday wishes, but that was me trying to extend the olive branch so to speak.
And what am I to say to that? How can I respond when I know that it may force open a door I promised myself I would keep shut? I've kept silent for reasons of my own, hoping to spare your sanity from the tangled messes I to often create. For as long as possible I will keep this pain, buried inside me and pray that one day you will undersand.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment