orbit 'round beautiful :: prev :: next :: i wonder if she's okay i'm always wondering my mind turning circles inside itself fabricating rediculous scenarios i need her words i need her touch i need her glance i need reciprocity coud it be i need too much i wonder about her heart her soul is she malnourished is it me am i powerless is she making mental notes all the feelings all the thoughts but there's never time moving so fast doing so much carrying such weight not wanting to burden or bother another night filled with bustling widens the gap that familiar blue glow always turns words to a murmur when she's on there's no time when she's off there's nothing to say look at me a satellite that's lost its signal always hoping for the next perigee once again hollow hear the echo © 2005 (18 march) john r. chase
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