Wearing A Panty Girdle

ardathlili @ 2003-11-27T21: 43:00

Ascending Levanah

How many times I have written many sheets .. .. How many words on a line to give
order to my thoughts ...
My words now entangled in the labyrinth of the mind, words that do not align
more to tell my thoughts ...
not flowing pen to paper, make concentric circles ...
increasingly distant from the core of my mind ... goes round and round ....
a long, slow circle .... always the same words ... no ..
different words for the same thoughts ... to try to understand my inability to write ...
my inability to put thoughts in a row ...
my inability to stop loving.
I think that I will continue to do so is stronger than me.


thank my doll _starlett_ for introducing me here, and for having
always close with his bright smile, farfallinanera and j4mm3r
for their patient help. Let me begin
the pages of this diary with the words of a great poet
: Janet Frame


"From now on, I know more wild.
eaten for many years,
cut, trimmed, branches
forced to the right and left,
I dashed, white flowers blooming minutes:
over the fences fixed face people.
I watch the bees, he picked up the wind.
Strong and bitter is the taste, my
lush foliage.
frowns if people see that I put
still a root. "

I find beautiful, wears a glove tonight.