scented
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Whiffs of body mist,
left from before,
lingering obstinately,
not dissipating as it should,
From a time when the answer was plain,
When I knew.
But the certainty is gone,
Thoughts are jumbled, doubts seep in,
A mess of longing and fear and more fear,
Deer caught in the headlights,
But too frightened to move,
out of the way of impending disaster.
Insecurity at it's record high and self confidence shattered. A million fragments reflecting the broken light.
--Merci tout le monde--
4:02:00 PM