Solitude, by SkierGirl Subscribe to rss feed for SkierGirl

You find it in the veil of night where solitude is born.
Solitude
one thing I will never feel
the one thing I want to feel
why can't I feel it?
Maybe because she is always there,
lurking. Right around the corner, that is 
where, where she always is. I hate her for it,
not that I can do anything about it,
for she is my mother.
Posted: 2010-08-11 03:56:52 UTC

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