My brain is accelerating. Burning me up inside. Is this how you felt on 9/11, so far from me, touching the phosphors trying to reach out to me?
So far away. And just echoes and whispers and air. Keep me away from the television. Turn off the internet. I want to drug and drink and fuck my fears and doubts away.
No. Messages sent to FEMA. And to MEMA. And to the Red Cross. And to the Salvation Army. Echoes and whispers and air. Call me. Can't you see that I love you and I can't breathe if you can't breathe?
1 comment:
Siege our thoughts are with you. Good for you for holding on. Stay strong.
posted by: liquidliner on 8/31/2005 4:34:14 PM
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