threw_bitter_tears_to_the_ocean sarah mclachlan via whirligirl please don't leave me again, i cried. 031129 ... 32:48:54N 117:08:09W she sat next to one man one night, in body, and maybe peripherally in mind, on a moonlit shore. In truth, though her heart and soul were four-hundred-fifty-four miles north-by-northwest of that spot 031129 ... endless desire she tries to continue despite sorrows thick walls. washing the dishes, she sings lightly, softly, humming a bit. but the tears come-- the tears always come. she could wash the dishes with those tears. they fall onto a moutain of plates a mountain of chores and obligations. plowing through spaghetti-stained-red markings and mashed potatoes, beans and cheese. thick enough to destroy do her chore to clean the impossible to fall through the pink sink to fall through the rusted pipes to fall through the rotting sewers make your way to the sea. join other droplets of salt water, mixed with spaghetti and other gifts. bitter hated tears anger hurting. screaming that can't be expressed with words. my own personal hell awaits me. 031129 what's it to you? who go blather from