I make an attempt to speak, yet my words hang in the air stale and lifeless.
I open my mouth and an arid wind escapes. nothing lays behind the weak wind but a moldering shriveled tongue. I have nothing to say, there are no thoughts. just a dull blank stare and a feeling of never ending falling.
In past weeks, my dreams have slowly dryed to a sickening trickle. A wasteland has risen in the dreaming place. Leaving me empty. Barren. Bereft of direction and disoriented.
Hmmm. maybe I'm working to much...
I open my mouth and an arid wind escapes. nothing lays behind the weak wind but a moldering shriveled tongue. I have nothing to say, there are no thoughts. just a dull blank stare and a feeling of never ending falling.
In past weeks, my dreams have slowly dryed to a sickening trickle. A wasteland has risen in the dreaming place. Leaving me empty. Barren. Bereft of direction and disoriented.
Hmmm. maybe I'm working to much...
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any suggestions for me?
let's talk again soon. i like that.
merci.
i would love to watch it with you!
i go back to Sparkle now! she is the best. i am really starting to love this baby horse. she is comfy in her saddle. she is comfy with me too. this is a breakthrough! have a beautiful day ma davi.
[Edited on May 21, 2003]