standing face to face with the past. wanting it to crumble.
wishing i could take back things i said, things i let happen. missing the way things were before i decided to be honest, before i opened that box of constant, quiet horrors--snapping the lid in the process so it stands forever open, allowing the ghosts inside to do what they will.
wanting those cloudy, reminiscent days to fade...
knowing they probably never will.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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