I can't tell what it is. I can't put my finger on it, my heart, my tongue, my life; I can't put it together, and I can't take it apart. But I want to, oh and how I want to!
What is it? Why is it that when I think of you, I feel remorse? Is it sorrow or sympathy? Am I worried over your situation or your soul there in that desert?
Is it anxiety, or is it angst? Why is it that when I look at your picture, I want to scream? ...
I've lost far too much, and even though I'm not near any of my friends or even my parents, I feel the most loss over you?
Christie, I don't know what it means, and I don't understand it, but when I see a picture, or a word, and I'm not talking to them, I feel such a loss and regret over the Burns in my heart. Do you feel it? Do you feel the anguish and the sorrow and the longing for something more? Or is it just me??
I can't explain it, and it almost drives me crazy. It almost drives me crazy.
Someone today said that every time they look at me, I've got this strange mischievous look on my face, like I'm always looking around for the next thing to wreak havoc on. A couple days ago, someone said that I've "got such a mellow personality; I like it a lot -- it's awesome". Someone a few weeks ago said something similar. And someone a few months ago... What are they seeing in me? Haha! The mischievous one makes me happy, but the others just confuse me... I guess I don't know a lot, but I think I'm knowing who I am. I just have to know where I came from... Or I don't know.
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1 comment:
part of knowing who you are, is knowing where you've come from. I do hope you discover that, though it is something I still strive to understand.
Take solice in what you told me: it can get worse- but inevitably it will get better.
have a good labor day...
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