2010-03-22
funny feeling, spring.
and the thousand ways that we might not do what we said we would. A calm hand. A truth whispered honestly into his ear. Some ways I wanted things that I should not want. Some ways I wanted things that were manageable. So many ways and things.
It is raining here and all the ideas I had earlier about what to say have floated into a sleep nap from earlier in the evening. And a nap, that was a blessing on a tired day. Call me cleo and I'll call you sam.
this is not a diary entry, it is a burp of brain.