Then our skin gets thicker

[maggie3000]

"I go to the bed and sit on the edge, sinking into the plush down comforter and the featherbed below. I feel a prick of good fortune, an awareness that I am lucky to have such a nice bed to sit on during my anxiety attack. Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I'm not anxious, I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see how just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems so catastrophic - seeing the car just as it hits you. But then all of a sudden, that feeling is gone and I'm blank. So it's like a door quickly opened, just a crack, to show me what a mess I was inside. But not enough to really stare for long and absorb all the details. Just enough to know the room needed a major spring cleaning."



Sans lumiere pour une autre fois, je pense. C'est dommage, mais c'est importante, parce que j'etudie tout le monde ce soir et demain, etc etc.



Heart---->Hand.. what's the plan, what's the plan.