presence like rain. i have to let go. i cannot make her want me around. i cannot make her care for me. i cannot be enough. 010427 ... freakizh goosebumps, all nervous to your presence 010720 ... lisa it is in the presence of him that I find myself weakest. but weak can be good... his presence makes me mindful of a moment when I was but a young girl, all dressed up with nowhere to go... all fresh and young and unwrinkled and small and his presence made me weak in the knees like a schoolgirl on prom night corsage pinned close to my heart his presence breathing on my neck as our photos were taken 26 years pass, but the presence does not fade... 020426 ... Sintina I lost my own in a man. Lost who I was. Your presence soothes sometimes. Sometimes it is like hot lead on the wounds. My presence stings like the cancer-stick's cherry flickering off its home and landing on your arm. I hope it burns a hole in you sometimes. And sometimes I hope you never hurt again. Especially on my account. 020830 ... silent storm In her presence, I feel once again love comfort peace She is present in my heart at all times. She is my family. 021214 ... Im crazy too. is a beautiful word filled with meaning. Everywhere. Somewhere. Not here. 040827 ... sirflaccid I woke up this morning and my nose was bleeding. Don't know why, and I don't know how. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed some tissue and quickly took care of it. Today I came home after work and saw the bloody tissue in the little trash container beside my vanity. It made me realize that I really do miss the presence of a woman. 050203 ... icy a dreamlike quality of otherworldliness disquieting unease a feeling of someone else near me but notquitehuman were you there last night tempting me with your presence teasing me with your unattainability making me yearn to touch your face trace your jawline with my fingertips just to see if i could stop at that and not ache for more 050920 ... GSmooth The presence is strong here 060308 ... Risen I wonder if she missed the presents or the presence more. Or if she even noticed. Not a word, not a blather. Nothing at all. There never is. I'm no longer surprised, and I can barely get to disappointed. I am beginning to feel that numbness which predicts that soon it will all be over. 151115 what's it to you? who go blather from