ache splinken this middle-child blather is so sweet. it makes me want to play. this is going to be different, though, because it came after the fully interactive feeding frenzy of the first. i think this will be more meta-blather. yep. 010129 ... silentbob middle child? 010129 ... kendera i think that i'm missing something. yeah, does blather have a little sister or something.....and is she lost....if so, where is she.......WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE? 010130 ... Sum Deus Your ass will be pretty sore when I give you a good hard butt fucking. 010201 ... brown cardigan boy way down deep in my intestines. someone shoved a splinter somewhere above my stomach. 010301 ... guitar_freak i feel old 011125 ... pilgrim I AM Old! 020513 ... lulie "must all this aching go into making dust" 020513 ... 0of46 that thing that lives at the bottom of my heart and stomach. every now and then it just has to twist and turn and make me burn....... oh how too familiar are you old friend, the one who always seems to be there when things are going wrong, or sometimes you just stop by to make me feel like puking i dont know how i can feel so stressed when there is nothing to stress me 020526 ... unhinged yes i was used to the persistent pulling and tugging, used to the dull red throbbing. sleep sleep and don't wake up. life is lived better in dreams. 020526 ... lotuseater there is a constant ache deep in me.. the ache for her. she has done something amazing to me, now all i can think about is her. now she wants a break. i just got her back... i fucked it all up. i hope she loves me as much as she says she does.. i hope she loves me even half as much as i love her. 030316 ... u24 I ache, and I pain. I cannot do anything. This ache consumes me. Ouch. 040616 ... notme help. 040616 ... two time, for once, has sped up to this moment. this beautiful moment. the moment before i jump. fall? or fly... i am standing on the edge of joy right now the edge of that window of time when my ache temporarily will subside yes that time of the year when i share - the same space - the same view - the same joy as you that time of the year when i can grasp you by the arm - not too tight - not too loosely just enough to let you know i need you to be close - that i need to be close _to_ you i miss you in a way i cant explain in words; words fail me but near you ... you can see it in my eyes you can feel it in my touch you can understand the ache in myself can't you? this is something i cant convey in text, over the phone, or even in my artwork believe me i've tried but over these years ive realized nothing works as a substitute for just BEING WITH you i anticipate the soft dive of comfort lost in your mere presence it's so hard being so far from my best friend i swear, i am restless and out of my mind waiting for july ... that time when i can finally spread my wings again and take flight into the sky reflected in your eyes 040617 ... unhinged sentiments repeat 040826 ... Bizzar i’ve been laying awake in the dark for an hour trying to find the word to match this deep ache in my chest. i know why people use the term “heavy heart”. because mine feels like it could drop to my feet any second. and since I can’t find the right word, i’ll just call it you. there is a you-shaped hole in my life. and it feels like it is getting bigger by the day. i talk to you every day, almost, but this ache is deep. it wants so much more. i’ve told it over and over again to give up. but it’s stubborn, it won’t quit. there is a pull in me somewhere telling it to hold on, that some day you’ll wake up and i’ll be the first thing on your mind. that you’ll roll over in that bed that i am so envious of - who’s sheets get to wrap you up and hold you - and wonder what took you so long to see that i can be enough for you. and you’ll whisper my name into the morning and the wind would carry it to my ear. cruel. this feeling. i’m so certain. it feels like you love me. but i have no evidence other than this ache. this ache telling me to wait. to hold on. that we have a future. and these tears that call your name. they want to believe that i can love you enough for the both of us. 220410 ... tender_square vibrating bones rattle beneath this stretch of skin. white blood cells inundate my system to fight an invisible intruder within. i curl fetal in my bed, agonized, praying the pain will reach a level of distress that renders me unconscious and quickly. 230706 ... raze i'm always quietly amazed by the body and brain's ability to adapt to wounds that seem catastrophic in the moments they're made. the pain might not go away, but sometimes you learn to live with it to the point that you almost forget it's there. 240608 what's it to you? who go blather from