Aug 31, 2008 23:58
Baby if you need me, like I know I need you,
There's just one thing I'll ask you to do.
Take my hand and lead me to the hole in your garden wall
And pull me through.
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You know, I think about writing here a lot. I've started about
a hundred entries that I just close out and don't save. This
might be another of those lost entries.
I find myself in Morro Bay at the moment, in a pretty little
condo, in a bed too big for me. I just pile pillows on the other
half and pretend it's not there. It's harder to wake up in a big
bed alone than in a small one. I hope the fog creeps in through the
open window in the early hours and shrouds me and veils my
morning eyes so that for a disoriented moment I might find myself
anywhere, or nowhere, blending and sinking into the white cotton
sheets and pillows, seeing nothing at all. I imagine this is what
it felt like the day I opened my bleary eyes to the world in that
sterile bright hospital room, seeing nothing, but for the first
time.