"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I'm fiddling
with pop can caps,
trying to hold myself together.
I'm clenching my jaw
so hard
I'm busting teeth.
But I'd rather feel
this marrow breaking pain
than break down
and cry
in front of you.

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My mom decided that it would be really great to point out that it is extremely easy to make me cry. I thought about it and realized that's she's right. I cry when I'm frustrated, when I let people down, when I'm super happy, when someone shows me a great deal of appreciation, when I feel down and many more. Oh well, crying is theraputic. ;P

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