Thursday, February 12, 2009


I am numb to the situation.  I no longer feel anything no matter how much you push and pull me a direction I and, possibly you don't even know.  

I am numb anything I used to love doing.  Nothing excites me anymore no mater how much I love the activity, you're not there to share it with me. 

I am numb to feeling anything with anyone else.  When I'm with anyone who shows any affection my way, I am thinking of you.  


Anonymous said...

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax -
Of cabbages and kings,
And why the sea is boiling hot,
And whether pigs have wings."

Evolve said...

"Funny Anonymous, how I've thought of you the other day.
Wondering if you've really gone or will come back my way.
And so you posted a snip of a poem you left for me to read.
To give my mind something to think about, you surely did indeed."

"I wonder what its all suppose to mean, why you chose it for me to see.
Or maybe there's no hidden meaning, so I can just let things be.
I have no clue of who you are, you keep your mystery.
But maybe we'll find ourselves sitting together under a tree."