� No idea. � 2006-06-18 � 11:53 a.m. �
You have no idea.
The pressure that rests on my sternum... the weight of a man... of a beast I carry.
You have no idea.
How I need to get on living but there are moments when all I want to to do is cry.
I wish I was home... in the heat and the rain. I wish I was home... You'd wrap around me in silence... your lips would find my head... and you'd breathe the same way my chest did... and when I couldn't breathe - like I can't now - you'd breathe for me... in and out and in and...
In the end you might tell me no one will ever love me more... and I might believe you... for the moment you're around me... and I don't need to sob, or think... or feel the weight of this beast upon me.
You have no idea.
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