Sunday, November 05, 2006
you pick up the familiar shape of your pen knife,
hold it just a little over your wrist.
and with a swift movement,
slit the delicate skin open.
you watch,
as your own blood drips,
making a bright red stain
on the white formica table .
you think 'ow, that hurt'
but you have no idea how much
hurt I've been through the past few days.
I sit on my bed,
the silence deafening.
as I clutch my pillow,
so tight that my knuckles turn stark white,
willing myself not to cry.
but the tears come anyway .
just like they always do .
I'd never get over you.
Today's the day,
I pray that we make it through .
Make it through the fall,
make it through it all .
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I've just read Plain Truth,
written by Jodi Picoult for like the fourth time .
and I think there's one part
which is really meaningful .
"He had not said he loved her, but that did not matter.
It was how he acted,
how he treated her,
that was a truer measure than
any words he could say -
deeds were the proof of affection,
not three little syllables
that signified nothing.
He would tell her when it was over;
when it would not cheapen
what was happening between them ."
the story's about an eighteen year old
Amish girl who was suspected of
killing her own newborn .
and then this big shot attorney comes
to help save her from being
thrown into prison .
thats when two cultures collide,
cause the Amish have
totally different views of life
than normal people do.
it moves seamlessly from
psychological drama to courtroom suspense.
and it's a fascinating portrait of Amish life,
and a moving exploration of
the bonds of
love, friendship,
and the heart's most complex choices .
Plain Truth is one hell of a book.