Thursday, December 25, 2008


I roll over in bed and wonder how much longer I'll have to wait. Tomorrow seems a million miles away, an infinite skyline between now and then...


Muscle memory hum, quiver and every so often, a twitch and start. And I blink. My back is numb, as if I am the mattress. I have become the inanimate.


Sense perception has become but a whisper of a whisper, 

a child among many with loud voices.


Tomorrow I'll set off. A new home and a new path.


I'm terrified and excited.

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