PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

smiling inside

Thursday, Mar. 27, 2003
By the time I got the right number I didn’t want to talk anymore because I think that when someone has an ability to hear because she’s foregone on falsehoods and lies that she believes is truth why bother talking when even screaming would make no audible difference?

I spent my night moving more things into our apartment. I stood at the big living room window watching children swim in the pool below and I smiled. My face never changed. No one would have seen that smile. It was from within.

-PoeticaL
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