The melodramatic waves that are carried around everywhere inside my pockets are not for sympathy but for something far from it. I am constantly engaged in a difficult search for something positive to take, to help deteriorate the pain i possess. As if it were a lolly, shrinking in size by melting in your jean pocket during its half-weekly wash.
I’m using this cycle as a seemingly-happy search for aliveness as a way to renew my broken heart.
ps. Claire is this less depressing for you?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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