Monday, September 24, 2007


Two years ago and long before then, I lived a life of quiet desperation. I clipped my own wings, silenced my own voice, and held tightly to an abundance of love that to this day has yet to find its home.

I will not ever, for any reason or for anyone, swallow or hold or suppress that love again, even if it means spending the rest of my life alone.

1 comment:

runnerfrog said...

Proudly going to my directory of posts to revisit.
And blog definitively linked.