November 7, 2008

  • I am afraid of not having legitimacy.  I am unhappy these days... even if I have moments where I seem okay, I'm in a funk.  I never thought I'd be back here again -- miserable.  It's different this time around, of course, but it's gray skies overhead nonetheless.

    Pry loose my slipping fingers and
    set me free

    The windshield is flooding
    Close your eyes darling
    And melt into me