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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4571 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Run-Down Dahlia Cleo Just when I think the shell-shock will stop for a minute - commercial holidays parade through the month to remind me that still life exists. No matter how hard I try, I just can't keep a straight line... I'm all out of those clean-cut, sky-blue attitudes that would make everything two-sided again. I suppose it doesn't matter what your fire has done to my insides. It doesn't seem strange anymore that I want to keep the let-downs close, because I have to get my hands around them - rubber-band them to my eyelids, and make sure I never forget what is realistic. Maybe you'll never figure out just how cruel you've been... but the more you give me that cross-eyed, confused, I-don't-have-anything-to-say-stare, the more I rely on my life-sized versions of ME for answers. Don't worry... this is no grand epiphany, no light-bulb awakening - just me as I swing these mistakes around, stumble, glaze over and stand myself back up, because I still have hope that I'll hit a bull's-eye someday. |
