January 2011
4 posts
I can’t do this without you
afraid
How do you let go? One finger at a time.
I’m afraid, I don’t know how to live…
Don’t be, I swear everything will be ok. But what if I’m not, what if I’m wrong about this?
Then its not the end. Its not the end till you are happy.
How can you be so sure…how do you know I won’t get hurt again.
Open your hands and put them in mine, trust me, I...
“As I started to picture the trees in the storm, the answer began to dawn on...”
– Julia Butterfly Hill
Blinded
I can’t remember much about July, everything bunched up together, it felt like every day blended into the next, and soon enough time seemed to just kinda hold still. I went boating, I swam, I ran laps at the high school. I never stopped moving though. Never let myself sit to think. I saw doctors and mended friendships. I know all this, I know I know it happened, yet how can I not...