February 13, 2002





  • to be lost, to Be black


    Ask the night how it feels to be dark, to be pitch, to be black, to be lost.


    Ask winter, the feeling of cold, the bitter edge of frost.


    Ask day how it feels to be light, exposed so all can see, through the sharp lens of the sun, the glare of intensity.


    With the fears that torture the dark, and days that are rimmed with pride.


    Ask me how it feels to be both exposed and doubly denied.


    - Hannah Kahn

    more later, it's late. this said it for now.

Comments (7)

  • Something to think about, darkness doesn't actually exist, there is only varying amounts of light...

    "there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in" Leonard Cohen

  • Sounds ominous.

  • ~

    I enjoyed these words that you shared.... I also love to read, and dance and think....

    I read your profile, and you sound like a profound person....  

    Thanks for sharing.

    *TheVoice*  -  with words to make you think....

    .....

  • We need to figure out how one can 'stay kissed', eh?

  • If your own feelings are summed up from that poem, then all I can say is I hope you start to feel about yourself soon. There is a light at the end of the tunnel and I'm sure you will find it one day.

  • {{{}}}

  • Happy Valentine's Day, Love of my Life!

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