he takes no initiative of expression ...
EDIT: nothing. that's what he gave. nothing. wanting things so contrived. so un-real. in a stepford sort of way. twisted. a bankrupt of sorts, he showed himself as an emotional bankrupt.
i feel you slipping away, like grains of sand thru my fingers. only, when i reach out to you, i feel your cold, hard stone wall. silence -- your stone wall. and the voice of my thoughts just reverberates ... bounces off of the silent stone wall and travels back to me.
i feel the warm light cross my face tho' --the sun still shines ... and sometimes the heat of this sun burns my skin. but, regeneration never really follows far behind. oh, silent stone that has crossed my path ... the doors in my heart you have opened will not close just because you have decided not to walk thru them.
there are others, that will, that are. and the door will remain open to you. but ... a stone cannot grow. and a plant will only grow if you feed and water it. this is my message to you for today, as i sit on the edge of my cavernous self-doubt.
