There is nothing left...
Posted: Mon Oct 30, 2006 1:52 am
It’s all emptiness now.
No feeling for anything, any one, or any how.
I’m stuck here, in Iran with my Iranian friend who is a girl but not my girlfriend.
I only barely understand how I got here – at the very least because of drugs, charm, and flowers.
I’ve told her everything yet she isn’t afraid of me.
She calls me sweetie, honey, and baby but she doesn’t love me.
Perhaps she can see the good in me somewhere – it’s getting difficult for me.
Why does she trust me when I don’t trust myself?
I’m such a bizarre paradox.
With her there is beauty inside and out.
I think of her as my Persian sister who sleeps by Abdul Baha.
There is so much I don’t know – but at least it’s interrelated.
What do I do now in my little 8’ x 8’?
Be grateful it isn’t a 5’ x 7’ at least.
No feeling for anything, any one, or any how.
I’m stuck here, in Iran with my Iranian friend who is a girl but not my girlfriend.
I only barely understand how I got here – at the very least because of drugs, charm, and flowers.
I’ve told her everything yet she isn’t afraid of me.
She calls me sweetie, honey, and baby but she doesn’t love me.
Perhaps she can see the good in me somewhere – it’s getting difficult for me.
Why does she trust me when I don’t trust myself?
I’m such a bizarre paradox.
With her there is beauty inside and out.
I think of her as my Persian sister who sleeps by Abdul Baha.
There is so much I don’t know – but at least it’s interrelated.
What do I do now in my little 8’ x 8’?
Be grateful it isn’t a 5’ x 7’ at least.