shaking the head vigoriously
sweeping it for painful memories
gathering thoughts and recollection
throwing away the remains of yesterday
never leaving footprints behind
closing the duct for tears not to flow
enjoying the company of one's self
for once feeling lost in the abyss
crying in the night when others sleep
knowing it will never come to conquer
feeling helpless and alone...
regretting... losing... grieving...
(2000hr - 01082000, Albetz Garden, door15)
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