raw power of emotions and raise of physical awareness...and I must add a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! - Love Christine (all my best)

You whisper words,How I long to feelTheir truth-I feel like this all the time, theirs such a bridge between words, and the truth of them behind and after the fact. Words mean nothing, their liers in disguise. But I think truth is wordless; it has a language of its own.

I experience nothing, butDisgust, as a recordOf my youthful torment-looking back at myself, even myself a few months ago, I really feel like if I could go back I would slap that version of myself hard enough to wake her up. I never know what I was thinking after the fact, I always just go with the flow and worry about the rest later.

I could relate so much to this piece; that theme of time and how it plays with us even after those days are gone. Well done.

Much love,Juliet.

A very sad and powerful poem! I'd hate to go through that

Makes you think a bit after reading it.