

SpaceThe empty spaces within and without Holes in the universe, empty spaces between electrons Tears in our souls Trying to fill the spaces with more stuff Money, cars, food, sex; Wanting love, finding lust Thinking they are oneSpace


TablesTABLESTables
“Mrs. Layne?” The nurse was standing with her clipboard, her white tennis shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor as she stood in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot. “Mrs. Layne?” she asked again. “Rebecca Layne? Is there a Rebecca Layne here?” Her voice was bored and her fingers tapped a lazy beat on the clipboard. People glanced at each other, their eyes not quite meeting one another’s. A baby cried and a young mother tried to shush it, bouncing it on her knee. A teenaged couple sat still, hands clasping tightly. 


BiologySitting in class in the mornings, (learning about evolution) my eyes burning, tears hiding,Biology
wishing I was still in bed, dreaming about a dark-haired man with brown eyes, gentle hands. But I forced myself to walk to biology in snow falling more gently, and now here I sit, watching
the professor set up broken
equipment, pale, rough hands fumbling with wires and I wonder why I didn’t stay in bed (I lost the internal coin toss).
Watching the slideshow, (Neanderthals stomping past my red eyes) all I see is his dark face and I


Be still, my HartBe still, my hart, gentle beast, while hunters crash about. As the wind blows and the sky glows, be still, my hart.Be still, my Hart
Be still, my hart, gentle fawn, as death comes tumbling ‘round. As fire rages throughout the ages, be still, my hart.
Be still, my hart, gentle love, nestling ‘neath elder boughs. As the dog runs and men with guns, be still, my hart.
Be still, my hart, gentle death, running has not worked before, so beside me, lying still be my gentle hart.
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Ride with me to the land of hopes and dreams.
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The hardest thing in the world is the deliberate search for one's self.
UR BACK!
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i'm dead. sorry.
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The hardest thing in the world is the deliberate search for one's self.
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creative, smart, focuses on fantasy more than reality,
attracted to sad situations, fears doing the wrong thing,
observant, somewhat avoidant
xxoo
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i'm dead. sorry.
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I'll wear your black eyes; bake you apple pies.
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