Sunday, December 22, 2002

This Christmas is Merry when I look in front of me.
But when I look at what's behind me, it's bleeding.

The frustration of living so far away.
The pain one has inflicted on you still painful.
The bonds of your life now and before clashing.
The loneliness caused by mis-understanding.
The yearning to break free from it all.
The loving care you give to another is violated.
The wisher this Christmas that it all, somehow,
magically, without question... be okay again.

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