at the station in the queue
surrounded by restless diesels
I am reminded of when I left home
of the road underneath my shoe

I didn't know that I wouldn't be back
or that I would miss you so much
that your sex was part of me now
the shame that knowledge gives was black

I think about how close we used to be
how we sang and finished each others sentences
the perfect definition of twins
if only they knew what you demanded from me

today the miles separate our lives
no shared songs or secrets between us
I still miss you and lament the losses
all the good things abondoned with the lies

and I miss you
like the deserts miss the rain
for never will it rain there
and never will we be as we were

Still
I miss you...
(whispered) like the deserts miss the rain...

Incest really hurts.

And the hurt just doesn't ever fade.

Every time I get depressed and look backwards I feel sad.

Not just sad, but ashamed, and bad, and just wrong.

Thank goodness for walking...I have to look forward.

No one likes it when I am blue....least of all me.

Thanks...G

Hang on G.
I can't imagine how big hole has left in your hurt after betrayal by own twin brother

(((Geoff))))

How awesome you are (((Pero))),

Thank you for being there for me and all of us here. I appreciate your understanding.

Geoff