Mar 19, 2003 21:35
I suppose that I am here.
And I will walk down that street again.
I suppose. but maybe this time I'll let it go.
done.
I wrote you a letter tonight. That is not symbolism. ha. I sat and thought and wrote on the flower printed comforter behind trees leafless and wintered. Although nearly one year has passed, I have finally communicated my feelings. This cat's calm partners itself with me.
Now my thoughts turn away from you and to another. Waiting, imagining.
I am excited about the future for all of us.
I have only this to say about potentially impeding doom:
Sully the cross-eyed cat is not terrible ruffled about this war..so why should I be? He is purring now and rubbing his face against my cheek..soon to gallop off and discover a box. He is loving/living.
Much more constructive than worry I believe.
do what you will. and so will i.
be back soon, i suppose.
love, love.