reading this is like sticking my head in a bucket of not-quite-ice water. it's cold and sudden, it stings, and it takes a second before that all-too-**-familiar feeling sets in. the feeling of not being able to breathe underwater, the feeling of being not-so-over-it, the feeling that once out of the bucket, i'm still going to be weighed down by this for awhile, still going to have to catch my breath and wait to dry off, wait to forget what it feels like and go back to acting more-over-it-than-i-really-am. the words read as semicircular and frantic and trying-really-hard-not-to-look-like-i'm-trying-really-hard-not-to-care on the outside while this screaming is going on under the skin, and i love this poem for its familiarity and relevance and all that ** which means "i know how you feel, and that's why i like it, even though this feeling blows." so thanks for writing it.

I KNOW I pormissed never to hug you again becuse you got me an eggroll...but..::Hugs:: sorry. now on to the poem.

It's very good. It comes from somewhere deep inside and the poem seems real. Really, real, not just some words you threw together to make it sound pretty or like a poem. It's really what you feel, and see, and make of the world and thats powerful. More powerfull then you can know. Great work.

I think words hinder what you're trying to say...but I fully understand it. And yeah, it does suck.