There are these rocks that are sitting in my kitchen sink...staring at me. They were sitting at the bottom of a beautiful vase of flowers wrapped in orange and pink ribbon. Drain...
Those years ruined me for good. My heart can't change as much as I want it to...as much as a I need it to.
Mom wrote in a card and sent in my lunch senior year. It was during a low time for me...It said, "I'm sorry you're hurting--sometimes love does that."
Presently, I'm mad at love. I don't want to love. Stoicism would make things so much easier for me. Buh.
Ache.
My body needs to dance. My feelings need to move. I have no where to let loose.
