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shifting.


[today]Oct 8th, 2007 5:15:51 am - Subscribe

so tired
and bitter
uprooted,
I wander
asleep on
my feet and
no place to
call home yet

hopelessly
homelessly
searching for
something here
not finding
whatever
I have been
looking for.

one place to
another,
still nowhere
to call home.

[I am]worn out.
[inspiration]pack up + leave.

[your thoughts]4

d8mtr

October 10th, 2007

thanx a lott!!! it does help, believe me- there are so few gd things in my life, even lil things like wut u did makes a lot of difference. I'm sure u kno dat too.
btw u have a really good hand at writing. hope to see you around

avatar tron

October 10th, 2007

Thankyou so much for your kind words end-of. Its good to see you back writing again. I have often read your poetry of late because it just seems to strike a chord with me. Keep writing, and thankyou for reading, tron

temperance

October 10th, 2007

i, too, am searching for somewhere to call 'home'.

"A cool short film".. funny you say that, i've found that my dreams aren't usually 'dreams' per se, more like.. well, movies, just in my mind. It's really weird, but it's good.

How have you been?

avatar myrcenary

October 14th, 2007

embrace your inner traveller and the spaces between. still life just doesn't work for everyone...there's much to be said for chrysalis.

and thank you, as always, for the kind words you leave for me. blessings. ~

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