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Jun. 1st, 2004 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sathorI twist and turn and yet in the end I cannot stop the burn, the undeniable aspect of my self that there is no escape from. I walk as a contradiction. I am alone, and long to be with another, yet at the same time when I am with another I feel static and trapped. Maybe it is just that I have not found the right one yet...this is a possibility, I believe.
It is more possible to me, though, that my scars are affecting my ability to cope with different things in this world even now, so long after they have been stricken upon me.
I am free, but I am trapped. I am fluid, yet I am solid. I am, but I am not.
I feel. Yet, I do not feel.
There is an itch that cannot be scratched, even without the situations stress upon my psyche. Something is coming, though I do not know when. There is a change on the horizon.
It is more possible to me, though, that my scars are affecting my ability to cope with different things in this world even now, so long after they have been stricken upon me.
I am free, but I am trapped. I am fluid, yet I am solid. I am, but I am not.
I feel. Yet, I do not feel.
There is an itch that cannot be scratched, even without the situations stress upon my psyche. Something is coming, though I do not know when. There is a change on the horizon.
