Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Puffy eyes.
Pale as death.
Couldn't hold up the weight of my mask today.
They saw, they cared.
Got thru seven hours, drove around.
More music, finished a tissue box.
Lots and lots of Psalms. Pink underlines and a Greek lexicon.
Pictures and prayer, spaghetti and garlic.
Internet made my heart race. Needles and yarn.
More music, more pictures, more words.
Pillow now, maybe dreams.


Bethany Streng said...

wow, i commend you on your honesty:-) this was heartwrenchingly lovely. if that makes any sense at all.

purity201 said...

very honest and thought provoking. your honesty is amazing put in this post.

Laura.mounts@gmail.com said...

Wow, that's beautiful. I hope you feel better, and I hope you had pleasant dreams!

TimmiT said...

Ha, the greek lexicon owns. I like spaghetti.