seemingly starved for conversation
she begins.
her fingers do all the talking.
blustery,
incoherently.
as to keep the loud silence in her head appeased.
feed the silence, make more noise, evade reality.
when she's alone it's all so clear.
what she wants.
how she wants it.
But with others it's not so clear.
are they the wrong ones?
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
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