PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

someday places

Sunday, Jun. 16, 2002
There’s one place that I feel the most like me. I crave that place. I deny myself that acknowledgement. I tell myself to forget that place. It’s that place in my mind that is much like a quiet spot in the woods. That spot where the sunbeams crawl down through the trees their fingers caressing across my cheek leaving a little bit of stardust behind.

That place calls my name at midnight until I answer. When I don’t…I hear my name on the wind for days. When I go, I am at my happiest. That place has a name, a name that I’ll never forget.

“Someday” I’ll find a way to get to where I want to be….someday. I can’t forget. I have tried and I just can’t.

He sang….wipin’ tears …I can’t forget.
9:19 p.m. ::
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