Questions
Searching for the answer as to why? Its always who, what, and why? I never seem to find
the answer to these feelings and questions, it turns into racing thoughts that leave me
hollowed out. Empty. Its like ring around the Rose I turn to dust and my mind falls down. I
wonder if a dog feels the same way when it chases its tail, never quite getting but not
impossible to reach.
Copyright © Jessica Stepanovsky | Year Posted 2009
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