Fighting this feeling.
Rain on my eyelashes and mud in my toes.
How lovely to be alive?
Only the sky knows.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
at 2am I wrote a page of words that turned into black smudge from my bitter tears. It was rather cathartic and when I woke up I thought I was cured. I lay in bed and slowly I thought about nothing and I began to die again. Anyway. I ate some salad for lunch and am having a herbal tea and maybe I might swim to the bottom of the ocean and hand cuff myself to a sunken ship and throw away the key and drown. No, really I am great. I feel pretty swell. Even though my eyes are starting to sting again.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
I thought of things to write, like how I had porridge and blueberries for breakfast, how the air outside is fresh from early morning rain, how I feel anxious when I sit still too long, that I eat too much, drink too much, dream too much, lie too much, tell the truth at inappropriate times, feel sad, cry, waste, rot. Then I thought how silly it is to write anything at all, then I did anyway, explaining why I wasn't going to.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
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