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By cjking Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Apr 27 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.27.17.52.23481]] |
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There's an uneasiness in the air now. I feel it. Maybe I have felt it all along. It started raining on a hot day and I wondered of the hunger of others, the hunger of a heart that makes it stop asking for help, for hope. And I wonder of you. I wonder of you because I wonder if one loves a person, does that love always remain? If not, where does it go? Is it still alive in me, like a cell that hides and one day turns into untended anger? Or does it just wither, die, and flake away like so many skin cells that alight on our pillows and end up in the corner; a dust bunny? I have so many dust bunnies in my house. How many of them are you? And why didn't he just ask for help? |