some things are just certain to happen. I'm starting a new chapter on wobbly legs,
feeling lost and messy and chaotic and scrambled.
Why does it seem to work out for everyone but me?
When someone else could say the same about my life I'm sure.
I'm thinking of going underground, hiding out in my deep nest of art making.
or moving to india to meditate and chant my life away in an ashram.
How could I hold your hand and tell you how proud I am that you have moved on , that you made things happen, that you're doing a good job?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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maybe you should go to india...
im angry right now. and miserable. SERIOUSLY.
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