Saturday, March 20, 2010
Can't keep the tempo. Can't feel the melodies. Life is bleak.
Every week feels like a month.
It feels like I've been in NS for years.
Every book out passes like a dream.
It feels like just a day ago when we could be together daily.
The wound of separation is always fresh.
The memories of days before are faded.
The yearning for a lost lifestyle is futile.
Days are longer.
Doors are locked.
Ben at 10:07 PM