Why didn't I talk to you?
I regret.
Your words were knife-sharp. They cut me and made me bleed. Now your words are buried with you. But you voice has stayed here. With me.
Monday, April 14, 2008
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I, Eda...
I closed my eyes and traveled away. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. They took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.
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