a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal:
cutmedown
desolate
resentment covers her warm face & she remembers times when she promised to house no regrets. stormy recollections cloud up her mind's eye. nites where she shouldn't have;; but she did, she always did. & somehow slivers of pain would snake through everytime. somehow we got out here, so far away from it all. somehow i got out here alone & i can't seem to find my way back.
written on 2003-09-07 at 5:50 p.m.
she /
lost