whats_really_wrong Lemon_Soda "Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit..." "There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..." 050524 ... Lemon_Soda Share it... ..don't drown it out. 050524 ... true fact i can't seat, i gots a porcupine up my ass. 050524 ... andru235 blather seems to serve as both an outlet for our pains and a celebration of our joys...especially those not indulged by persons in our social spheres. 050524 ... andru235 [amongst many other things, of course] 050524 ... porcupine true that but is that what's really wrong? 050525 ... Lemon_Soda whats_really_wrong is the question. 050525 ... andru235 whats_really_wrong, apparently, is that i have just become the first person to blathe about something unrelated to the title. yes, the very first. no one - not once! - has ever blathed about something other than the title subject, until now. and though you may find thousands and thousands of posts about things unrelated to the title which are dated prior to my post, it is sheer hackery. please: if you dislike off-topic blathing, heap all the blame on me! it is entirely my fault! and that is whats_really_wrong! 050525 ... LS *grin* 050526 ... no reason this question doesn't get asked often enough. 050526 ... no reason i wonder, if someone honestly and sincerely asked me this, if i'd just spill myself. 050917 ... rage her arm like a cobweb slips from under the dark oversized clothing, its pale delicacy ending in whisps of finger tip, which clutch at that pencil so tight her skin looks blue next to the mechanical contured protrusions of her knuckles. Her empty eyes sag under the weight of heavy, dark bags, but remain focused militantly on the whiteboard, the line of her jaw makes a grey shadow set in place through her sallow skin like an empty balloon. i summon my strength and envelope her cold, trembling hand in mine, feeling her pain just below the surface like the skeleton of a tiny fish. for a moment i feel her leak into me and her eyes relax like a dam about to break. but it passes, she blinks a shocked look at me, smiles nervously and takes her hand back, trying not to look too self concious as she shifts herself into a more normal, relaxed position, not yet prepared to let any more show than that breif moment of weakness. i go back to my world as she fades and wonder how she can not know that i love her. 050917 ... megan what's really wrong is the fact that we can't hold each other and you can't kiss me on the cheek and i can't whisper in your ear all those things i wish i could what's really wrong is i can't just walk down to the creek with you and kiss for all the time in the world and we can't go to our special spot and what's extremely wrong is we have to grow up promise me one thing that it will always be simple that it will always be that if you love and and if i love you we shall be strong no matter our geography no matter what anyone says you are my love and nothing is going to change that what's really wrong is we're both crying and we can't wipe away our tears 050918 what's it to you? who go blather from