breathe, dip into the water and go under it all and hold yourself alone

Saturday, April 11, 2009

I take a deep breath and sip my coffee, looking over the cluttered mess on my desk. A stack of journals here, a sketchbook there, important official papers loosely piled together in one area, fake flowers and some bamboo sticks just lying around for no reason, a bunch of pens in a jar, a novel by Erica Jong, a doll I sewed for myself a few years back out of pink satin, a box I painted colorful shapes on with random art supplies in it. 

I play with my hair, twisting it nervously. My thoughts are turning around and around in my head. I keep going back to the same places in my mind and then running away from them. I'm trying to figure stuff out. 


1 comment:

dailydisastergirl said...

I know what you mean. I wonder what happens if we stop running.

Good luck.<3

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