Saturday, May 21, 2005

The Barometer's Rising

She's sleeping, somewhere up there. Tommorow she'll be closer to me, yet still miles beyond reach. It's been years and i haven't gotten closer. Not mentally, not emotionally, and certainly not physically. I finally showed her my true face, after hiding behind masks. She begged to see me, she knew more than anyone else that there was beauty underneath this monster. I was disguised for too long, yet in an instant I flooded her with happiness. It left me feeling open, vulnerable to her. I couldn't let that happen, so I put on a different face and made her cry again.

posted by psychobabbler @ 2:52 AM