Put our fingers back into that same electrical-socket just because our tiny fingers can fit in.
Still touch the kettle after it sings its song.
All we can do,
is look at the next person and say,
"I'm tired, I can't do this anymore. Please don't hurt me,
because i don't have the strength left to cry."
-- April 2008
It surprises me, how I search desperately for words that mean the same damn thing,
two years later,
and then find it in my archives.