Is it this way? Or perhaps down this corridor, take a left, two doors down, then a right? Where is that damn EXIT sign? For the life of me, I can't seem to find my way out. To the outward world I know where I'm at, I know what I'm suppose to be doing. I'm surrounded by a world of people, their voices echoing in my ear, there is happiness, there is laughter but I am not a part of it. I am LOST.
For days, actually weeks now, I've found myself stumbling into darkness, running on auto-pilot. Remembering a memory of love discovered, felt, shared, remembering a memory of love lost is too painful, no more posting, no more sharing, at least for now. Years have come and gone, five in total but I guess the wound has not healed, today it is still bleeding. Where is the doctor when you need one. . .
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One day at a time. Remain focused. We're here with you. Let us know how we can help.
"In the lonely light of morning.
In the wound that would not heal.
Its the bitter taste of loosing everything I've held so dear.
I've fallen.
I have sunk so low."
"Fallen" Sarah McLachlan
I'm here for you. I can't feel it, but I know.
I ain't no doctor.
I can offer little bit this Transatlantic hug.
My thoughts are with you my friend. Always.
I know how you feel.
*Giant hugs*
paul, hypoxic, jetboy, woe, persian, a special thank-you for the comments, I have said this before, but know it comes from my heart when I say it now, you are my lifelines. The days have been on the dark side lately, my next post will perhaps provide an explanation. As each of you left a comment, as I read and reread each comment over the past few days, some of the sunshine has returned. Thank-you for taking the time, thank-you for being there. Stephen
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