God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

sack of sadness


I feel like I'm carrying a little sack of sadness in my chest. It sits just within my ribcage and rests on my stomach. I'm trying to carry myself gently so as not to disturb it.
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