so many pages to fill… lines of infinity… ink to be drained from my veins… the insides have dried… but i won’t say goodbye… my emotions have been too good to me… my loves have filled me with anger, bittersweet rage… ah, what to fill on this page!?… ah, what to spill on this page!?… a slight change for this year… another job, another love… another piercing, another scar… an angel-like scar… embracing, the sweetest, purest, realest kind of love… not one of disappointment… not one of pretend… luckiest to be alive with a sister as a best friend… continue with thought as my eyes wish to sleep… but nothing is like the gift that one will forever keep…..
©2001 josephine b. ciliento