Troubled Waters
I don’t know what happened these past 48 hours but I just suddenly fell into gloom. Between the anxious thoughts in my head and the sadness in my heart, I can’t get a good night’s sleep. I’m agitated and unhappy 
And I think I have ugly, sleep-deprived bags under my eyes. A lot of this (but not all) is due to my feelings for J and not being able to act on those feelings. It’s very difficult when you harbor enormous passion for someone and are forced to contain it. Because of circumstances. I was coping pretty well for about a week. But now I’m back to struggling. I wish I could just hear his voice. I really miss the soothing sound of his voice . . .
Seated Nude by Max Pechstein:
47whitebuffalo said,
November 4, 2009 at 2:35 pm
48 hours and 48 more to go. Oh yes, the ever elusive voice of the ‘beloved’ at a distance. What memories loom in the late night? What heart beats to no reply?
In time? Containment? What gifts be these that wait and wait and wait?
This too shall pass.
artmodel said,
November 7, 2009 at 1:19 pm
47whitebuffalo,
I’ve been trying to come up with a clever and/or thoughtful response to your comments, but to avail. They don’t need one. They stand so beautifully well on their own.
Thank you for your sensitive, poetic remarks.
Claudia