Thursday, March 16, 2006

that picture i have, arms out, a face invisible but the body of a mans, and another image of one woman, with her hair flowing, just that image i saw, nothing else...and the rays of snow breaking out of a little heart....it's not a representative it's real

And that night, this week was real and that meeting was real. And she has gone too.

and i have given up.

and it's snowing again

I feel so ill on this pill, i have had to lie down it's only 10 past nine, and i can't even cry properly but i am.

i feel sick, esthanomes arosto...