The fallen flowers are hula hoops. A finger, come hither. I should be dancing and swirling within. My hands (and elation) should be in the air. Yet, I am leaning against the taupe concrete, simply watching. The gray skies creating goosebumps. I had to come outside. I couldn’t breathe. Hollow. However, I met the death… [Read more…]
November 2, 2008
F$@! The blanket of depression that was merely hovering on Thursday completely engulfed me last night. Halloween . . . a costume bought- perhaps, not perfect, friends, fun, dancing, and champagne had no ability to attract me. My night was instead one of tears. Thinking of Samantha’s blowfish analogy, I had become the perfect representation.… [Read more…]
September 30, 2008
Someone help. I lie here and there is a deep-seeded longing coupled with a confusion. Wondering what I really want . . . My ex, my bestest friend in the whole world, I, the “love of his life,” wrote to me a month ago, “stop looking and you will find.” I denied my looking. I… [Read more…]
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