I sit here in an unfamiliar place, a dear friend's bedroom that is quickly becoming my home. It feels comfortable after only a few days. The time rushes past so quickly and I don't even know where to begin in telling the story. There is just too much to tell- too much also that can't be told, that must be felt. I am eternally grateful to Miriam for the past few days- not needing to hear the story, but for laying on the couch and just feeling the story with me- feeling the pain and the confusion.
The past few days have brought more surprises, more twists and turns, than ever before. Saying goodbye, finding pseudo- clarity, discovering an unexpected and unexplainable crush, and at the same time being terrified of the love i watch slip through my fingers so quickly and with such ease.
I'm leaving tomorrow for a weekend away- though not really "away from it all" more of a weekend of "diving face first into it all" but I'm finding that might not be the worst thing. You can find me in Terra Alta, West Virginia at Trip's Farm for the Halloween Masquerade. Stories will be abound upon my return.
[Please be patient, I'm trying so hard to keep it all up]
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
A hOmE At the eNd of thE wOrLd...
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