Over the past few weeks I've sat and watched you as time seems to ebb and flow around your very being. I see in your eyes and hear in your words something that terrifies me.
You've started keeping secrets from me, and you've never in all your years done that.
I wish I knew what they were. More than that, I wish I knew why you are keeping them from me. It's not like you.
Why does the look in your eyes terrify me? Because I see such a deep sadness and hurt there. It's something that even through all the pain you've endured, I've never seen. I've never seen it relfected in your eyes.
What do I hear in your words? You're holding back something and it's eating at you. There's something you're dying to say and I hear it in our conversations along with your written words. You're holding on to something... but what? And why?
You're not my bubbly little sister. You're not the one who can't keep a secret from me. You're not the one who has laugter in her eyes even when she's crying.
Where are you hiding?
There's going to be a lot of writing going on in the next few weeks. You're not going to hurt my feelings if you only read one entry a day, or if you stop reading all together.
It's okay.
But, I have to write right now. I have to vent, I have to let it out. Even if I'm not saying what I need to.
It's okay.
So bare with me, and I promise after the new year... back to one entry a day.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
A letter and a forewarning Darling K- Over the past few weeks I've sat and watched you as time seems to ebb and flow around your very being. I see in your eyes and hear in your words something that terrifies me. You've started keeping secrets from me, and you've never in all your years done that. I wish I knew what they were. More than that, I wish I knew why you are keeping them from me. It's not like you. Why does the look in your eyes terrify me? Because I see such a deep sadness and hurt there. It's something that even through all the pain you've endured, I've never seen. I've never seen it relfected in your eyes. What do I hear in your words? You're holding back something and it's eating at you. There's something you're dying to say and I hear it in our conversations along with your written words. You're holding on to something... but what? And why? You're not my bubbly little sister. You're not the one who can't keep a secret from me. You're not the one who has laugter in her eyes even when she's crying. Where are you hiding? There's going to be a lot of writing going on in the next few weeks. You're not going to hurt my feelings if you only read one entry a day, or if you stop reading all together. It's okay. But, I have to write right now. I have to vent, I have to let it out. Even if I'm not saying what I need to. It's okay. So bare with me, and I promise after the new year... back to one entry a day.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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