Friday, March 27, 2009
A World Between
My life is a series of exhausted vocabularies and overused slang. It's endless packing and unpacking. I live in the world between. I'm never here nor there; I'm never in the pool. I live caught between emotions. Over the past years I've grown so accustomed to leaving that I can't get settled anywhere I go. I'm a disruption. I stopped after the suicide poem--figured no one would really understand.
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I just now found your blog. I'm sorry to hear that you're going through a point of transition (again). You'll have to let me know if I can do anything for you. In the mean time, HUG!
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