Tuesday, November 17, 2009


I can’t get over things fast
I like to dwell
To brood over my emotions
My thoughts
I’m a dweller by nature

Mostly, I dwell on my sorrow
My pain
My anger
My occasional hatred
The injustice of it all

Sometimes I also dwell on good things
The way you smelled
Your puffy cheeks
Your piano fingers
The non-existent toenail on your little baby toe
Just like mine

I need to feel the pain
To feel the little joys
To dwell
It makes me feel
Well… human
In a sense, it makes me feel 


Jill said...

I like to dwell as well. Thinking of you!


Kellie said...

I thoroughly understand! Well said. (((hugs)))