2004-08-12
What Does Her Heart Feel?

hearing: nothing
reading: Candide and Other Stories by Voltaire
feeling: wretched... very very very very unbearably nauseous...such a bad taste in my mouth

I can't stop crying...

Burn the letters.

They make me cry harder.

I tremble...

Shaking like a leaf in the wind.

Such a long, long feverish night. Filled with delusions and whispers and subdued nightmares.

To awaken far too early to blink in a wakefulness which brings half a nightmare which causes me to sob...

Sob and sob...

And I can't stop...

The tears won't stop falling...

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