last night all the things i've been able to keep ahead of finally caught up with me, the collective emotion of several strange days crashing down all at once, manifesting itself as an actual physical sickness. there was so much of it: friday afternoon's revelations, the outpouring it took to get work done on my story later friday, saturday's morning of haunting dreams, the phone conversation with my sister, saturday night at catherine's, and finally yesterday's various academic and personal worries which culminated in the latest breakup about an hour before this moment i'm describing.
today, between bursts of reassuring laughter and what must have been a week's quota of sarcasm (even for me), i found myself utterly content, if frightfully cold. it's an unjust wind out there.
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