Aug 04, 2007 20:09
As of this past Wednesday it has been confirmed that I am free of all cancer and atypical cell presence leading to such. As of this past Wednesday it has been confirmed that I am 'one of those women' who needs to keep a close eye on what seems will be an existing potential.
I lay on my back on the floor in a room where the window is within visual range, and yet I choose to address the abyss as I find it in the tiny gyros, chasms, fissures of the ceiling. Somehow more pallatable; an overhead with definition as opposed to the sky as it is all covered in shades that exist as a result of the fact that I can't see far enough.
So to the ceiling (representing) I mouth along words to songs that have been composed from another's thoughts and feel as though I'm silently saying something important. For me this is confirmation that one more person agrees with statement X and two more people have something in common. We release sounds and movement and even sickness into some whole consciousness and it is beautiful and conforting to feel as though we may grow gardens and sing songs and teach children and contribute to something that won't die when we do.