Friday, May 28, 2010
I can't distract myself any longer. No Farmville or chicken blogging. I can't turn my face to the sun and tell myself that all is well because it is not. I am getting sicker. I am getting so sick that words like "anti-viral" and "overwhelm" are grafittied in my dreams. Nightmares really. Angry. I'm angry. I'm bottled rage that can't run it off around the block or push it out of me.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010