Heart Shaped Box

what else should I be...

I took it in my arms still repelled by the uglyness of it all but I still took it. I sat and wondered; I stood and wondered; I wondered and wondered.

What would it take to hold it in my arms until I felt comfortable again? I don't believe it will be for a very long time actually. It's an unfortunate case of being in the right place at the right time and then not.

I don't need the sentiment - my mind is as devoid of thought for it as my garden is devoid of delights. I don't think it therefore it's not there. Swallowed, hidden in my core, disappeared...

Yet I hold it in my arms and still....take it.

Posted by wjc