there are times when one is just at a loss of words.
emotions dont speak our language, and sometimes a translations just not available.
shakespeare called it a "sweet, sweet sorrow."
the less articulate would just say that i am just "love sick".
but neither are sufficent in describing this feeling.
this feeling, whatever its name, was not welcome at first.
i was more than content with solitude.
i didnt have a life and i enjoyed that.
but then she....
and then i....
which made us we......
and i was stuck.
and, thinking about it, i really enjoy being stuck.
i am not worth anything.
my writings are horrid.
my productivity is wasted.
my energy is poured solely into that feeling.
the feeling that is more than likely fleeting.
this fleeting feeling has got me.
and there is no struggle for escape.
11:39 p.m. - 2003-12-21
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