9.19.2008
Dangling
Like the corks that hang from my rear view from those times that the wine was had, I dangle.  I'm losing my grip from what I've held on to so tightly, and my hands are slipping more each second.  I am put in this place again feeling these harsh feelings.  Not sure what to think or how to act, I feel completely disconnected.  I'm unbuckled on a roller coaster, alone, and stranded.
