January 31, 2000

"will we burn in heaven, like we do down here?"  sarah mclaughlin

I want to scream.  The words flow all wrong.  I can't get my thoughts in order.  It's happening much to fast.

 Challenge me to pretend again.

I am silenced by the noises here.  But, I am so much more beyond this.  I can't let go of that.  It's the only reason I get out of bed these days. 

I am so sick of this.  Really.  Whisper your thoughts to me before I think them.  I want to scream loudly cut deeply...

as if there were another way.