Sometimes I wonder if all the
fights we have are worth it.
Sometimes I walk away to hide in a
corner somewhere just to get away from
the fighting.
People think I run, but it's really just
protecting myself...if I ran, I'd
never go back, and...
I always go back.
Baseball cap in the corner...
I remember he sat there.
Dark and
sad and dismal
Silent tears.
Cup of
tea and a
teddy bear
And a red, red
ribbon.
Combine
salt and
spider webs
And the cold ground.
Tokens...tokens...
Why did he leave that there?
Did he have to? Love again,
Love after love...
And hate after love after love...
Cycles never stop.
Like
pinwheels...
Like merry-go-rounds...
Like
spokes and
spears
And deep, angered tears...
And all the pretty little
horses...
I think I've stopped wondering about things...
it just gets me into trouble and into the fighting more and more...
and I'm running out of
corners that he hasn't
destroyed.