There are no more words. Not even one. I am sent to nothing – to you – so I will be empty enough to be everything – to me. Tomorrow.
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I am tired of listening.
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November 4, 2010 by Enida
There are no more words. Not even one. I am sent to nothing – to you – so I will be empty enough to be everything – to me. Tomorrow.
.
I am tired of listening.
.
Put on the ear plug.
Put on your running shoes.
And you Mr. Dr…
Put on a new blog.
Put on a new show.