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My eyes closed
Darkness encircled the room
I sat at the filthy couch
My senses numbed
The phantom of death slowly dragging me
To the soil where putrid seed grows
To the grave, my resting place
Slowly, I ran out of air
The church bells rang
Was it Christmas?
My breathing stopped
My life, like my love
Passed away
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leah guarin
I am a feminist and it is lovely to be one and all. I have gotten in plenty a tizzy over the inequity of the female role in this bizarre universe. I have even tried out the independent track, and been quite good at it.
Eventually however, I settled upon this conclusion: that I can be well-educated, independent and happy and still see the need for someone else in my life.
It is not an attempt of desperation. It is not even about dating. It is about me deciding. That's not desperate; that's real.
I like life, liberty and (in)sanity. I take life as it comes, read all the crazy things I could get my hands on - from can labels...candy wrappers to Machiavelli and yes, I even like Gramsci`s autobiography.
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