The unstitched unfinished elegiac

Always so beautiful and wonderful to read your writing, funny though I read it at the exact moment I needed it, thank you, your wording is perfect.

I never thought someone would comment about my writing as 'needing it'!

I was having a bit of a bad day and the wording in its own way made me feel better

I was having a mixed day so this was meant to tip the balance in one direction or the other.

i have read this over a few times viddax. it screams of a solitude that would have much relevance to a past and sometimes present me.
all the lines are great,there is something that i cant quite put my finger on that is stopping a flow in my unexperienced head for poetry.

i do like it though and appreciate the raw and honest emotion.

I think the problem is that when read it wants to flow and be quick in speed, whereas I envisioned it said with stops and starts. It would be better spoken but that is something for the future to decide.

I read it like a pastor would praise a story. To me this is just a morbid story, and you need to read it in a way where you get each line right in your head where some of them are read more strongly than others. But that's the flow I felt. I really enjoyed it. I felt like I was reading something entirely different then a praise.

I must confess I do not quite understand how exactly a 'pastor praise a story' sounds. If it comes over morbid then it shouldn't do: more wistful and regretful than despairing.

Sounds like this one definitely needs a voice to it, but that is a tall task to take to...

Hmm, well I meant as if it was a story of sorrow. I guess I only hear it through movies though. I thought of one like a darker pastor actually. Maybe something along the lines of Poe.
It's weird, I can't explain it, but I understand it and the whole thing reaches out and kind of touches my soul. I give everything some kind of an expression in my head though, so I was just trying to explain, although it turned out misunderstood that I'm confusing myself now.