June 23rd 2009
Chaos.
The external components of my life keep shifting…giving way…breaking.
In my mind’s eye I see the support beams of a house built over water, cracking…adjusting…dangling. Yet I know, I know that that house is ME: my bones, my soul, my reality. (read more here)
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