Hotaru no Saiden

This is frustration. This. This. This. Tip of your tongue and cut it off. Cut it out. Unable to speak. When you can’t tell if you’re hiding. When you can’t tell if you’re sitting there, taking the blows. All heart is flushed out. As though it never existed. There are no feelings here. A void. Sitting in suspension. What do I feel? This. THIS. There is no word. There is no word. And I drift off.

- Posted by Kitsu, 9:30 PM

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archives	Friday, June 27, 2003 `This is frustration. This. This. This. Tip of your tongue and cut it off. Cut it out. Unable to speak. When you can’t tell if you’re hiding. When you can’t tell if you’re sitting there, taking the blows. All heart is flushed out. As though it never existed. There are no feelings here. A void. Sitting in suspension. What do I feel? This. THIS. There is no word. There is no word. And I drift off.` - Posted by Kitsu, 9:30 PM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures