laffinkid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- voice lost After a weekend of tears and emotion, I have returned to San Diego worn, and sick. With no one to tend to me, the loneliness is settling into my skin. [There is no one in Tucson either, at least no one I care to have tending to me.] "Missing" the two of you doesn't even describe it. There are holes in my soul, where your voices should be. And there is nothing available to replace them. Last night I gave myself a hot bath, tea, and a book, hoping this illness might fade. But those things only made me melancholy, heartbroken, and sick all the more. With no place to belong, I've no place to run to. I think that's why I create little fantasies to look foreward to. Tiny ephemeral specks of glimmering hope to see a face, or hear a song, that keep my days passing along. 7:18 p.m. - 2006-08-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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