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Laughing Medusas

When I write, it's everything that we don't know we can be that is written out of me, without exclusions, without stipulation, and everything we will be calls us to the unflagging, intoxicating, unappeasable search for love. In one another we will never be lacking. ~Helene Cixous "The Laugh of the Medusa"

Monday, June 21, 2004

The Truth Is...

Maybe I don't really know
How to give in, let go, and fall
Sometimes it feels a new beginning
Would be the ending of it all

All of my building
My struggling to survive
I have never really lived
Just fought to stay alive

But my excuses are running out
I'm reasoning with reason spread thin
The ending is already over
And I'm still hesitating to begin

You see timing is everything
I guard fiercely time I could spare
To give an afternoon to you
Afraid I might lose in moments I share

Let me talk it out
I have reasons, excuses for it all
But the truth is, or could be
I'm afraid to give in, let go and fall

~Asherah

posted @ 1:41 PM

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