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8-19-04

3:49 am



I write.

I write to empty my head.

So I can sleep.

But tonight.

The thoughts.

Refuse to be emptied.

So I sit and I write.

Amazing what difference 24 hours can make.

Last night I sat and cried.

To the point of my eyes are still puffy.

Is it the difference of words?

Or is it the difference of delivery.

Or is it the difference of deliverer.

Will Xxxxxx and I ever communicate on the level that Xxx and I do?

Last night I cried.

Tonight I am overflowing with joy.

Joy but trepidation.

You know this.

I know this.

You allow me to talk.

To express.

She stifles it.

Ignores it.

So she can process it.

What oh what to do now?

But it doesn’t matter until you make your choice.

Can I sit and wait for you to make that choice?

I suppose I have to sweat out my own choice.

Until you make yours.