Sunday, June 2, 2013

surviving spring

I lie here bemoaning the fact that I did not bring a book.

Without a distraction my mind wanders, picking it's way along the debris.

I wish I had a notebook with me so I could capture this feeling.

I remember I have this gadget and it suddenly becomes very difficult to  find the words.

Even after all that has happened, all that I have loved, even those loves that will last forever, I'd give them all up for our happily ever after.

That makes me horrid.

I need to go let the ocean beat the shit out of me. Cleanse me.

Remind me who I am.

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