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posted by: Cutter (reply) post date: 04.01.06 (6:34 am) I don't know what's more painful, watching someone die, or watching the residual impact of their death on their loved ones. I've never watched anyone die, although I've "lost" friends and family. I know how it feels to lose someone. Too, I know what other people are like when they lose someone. Recently, I discovered a lot about the people in my life. Being diagnosed with MS wasn't just an eye opener for me in so far as my own life is concerned. It opened my eyes to the truth, in so far as everyone else around me was concerned. People behave in the most interesting ways when they think they might really lose someone. Wish they'd just act that way every day. I think that'd be a little more honest. posted by: juniperflux (reply) post date: 04.03.06 (2:43 pm) Forgive me if I concentrate on the drawing here, rather than the words. This one is extraordinary. You are finding your 'voice' and it's truly something to watch. the nose the eyes the pipe the hair the the lips the folds in the skin the coat!!! This one is a marvel on so many levels. I've loved watching you grow as an artist, and I cannot wait to see where you go from here. ~~~~ I look at him and I see... A cavern made of wood and stone. A tufted leather chair. The sound of papers rustling and the clink of ice in glasses. The smell of tobacco, booze and worn fabric. The room spins... and I find myself on the floor, reading the stains left by all those whifs of smoke on the ceiling... like tea leaves in the bottom of my cup. j posted by: Lurit (reply) post date: 04.04.06 (7:38 pm) Being afraid of losing someone is exhausting. Suicidal friends drain me; it's getting to the point where I'm going to have to chose my well-being over going to great lengths for them. The good times we have are enough to keep me running during the low times, I don't understand why they aren't enough for them as well. I guess their lows are deeper than mine. Sometimes I can't help but think "If they don't care, why should I?" I can never answer it. And I can't stop caring. Beautiful drawing, he looks as tired as I feel. posted by: thejongleur (reply) post date: 04.06.06 (2:48 pm) Reply to: Cutter It does funny things to us, doesn't it? The man in the picture isn't quite the man in the picture.. but he's losing her slowly. He keeps trying to fix her, shake her awake so she remembers what it meant. He likes to talk about the river, and the war, and catching a train that hasn't been caught for sixty years. Thank you. ams posted by: thejongleur (reply) post date: 04.06.06 (2:50 pm) Reply to: juniperflux There's something here, you know? Get some sleep, then get some writing done, ok? Good girl. *smile* ams posted by: thejongleur (reply) post date: 04.06.06 (2:53 pm) Reply to: Lurit Suicidal friends. Strange beans. I imagine it is easy to get dragged down. Sink or swim, right? Not a nice notion. Thank you for looking. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. ams posted by: Lurit (reply) post date: 04.06.06 (3:02 pm) Yeah. Sink or swim. I'd rather fly. I don't let them bring me down too far. When it comes down to it I'm the only one I can rely on to be there until the end. posted by: darcina (reply) post date: 04.08.06 (6:10 pm) You are an original, thank you for sharing...it can be difficult but in true communication you do give a part of your heart... |
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