mercredi 1 juin 2011

485. It's a long journey

Thinking: is this how it's going to be? Nothing safe anymore -- grief in ambush, whether in a well-worn story or in the song just purchased?

Thinking: doors, closing. You're inside, or out.

Thinking: what kind of person lets her friend die without saying goodbye?

Thinking: somewhere -- on the cusp of night, in the indigo line on the horizon.

Thinking: this has cured me of my taste for drama.

Thinking: we get used to it, and maybe that's worse.

Thinking: but this small, silent space around my heart was not there twelve months ago; now it's here to stay.

Thinking: tomorrow, it will be better. And it is.

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