I went today when i knew that i shouldn't because my heart was bleeding.
Everything that I knew and know is so irrelevant when I just allow the flow of actions lead me.
I'm getting sick,
So sick that i can no longer picture a morning of whistles outside my room.
My knees are sore from tonight.
Sore from looking into his eyes and never finding the answers I wanted.....
"Now I accept that facing the difficult is part of the heroic journey of writing, a preparation, a ritual of sanctification--that it is through this arduous process of grappling with words that writing becomes my true home, a place of solace and comfort." bell hooks
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Today is not a good day for smiling..
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