"There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it's like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges."
-Ernest Hemingway
-Ernest Hemingway
Innocence Again
September 2, 2009
and then she wept…
She wanted you to burst through that door and comfort her, try to say something…anything.
She could feel that she still loves you, even with the tiniest shattered piece of her heart.
She’s weeping inside…suppressed…agonized…deep, unfathomable pain.
She’s smiling, yet her eyes are gulf of vast pang that one cannot measure.
She doesn’t know how to swim in the deep, overflowing pool of sorrows…and she’s drowning. And no one’s ever gonna save her…
All she wants to do now is to be kept safe in her hidden world of hurt and lies…
