Mar 13, 2008 21:39
My house...it's utterly destroyed. Everything...every window is shattered. Everything I own is broken and the floor is littered with pieces of my life.
First my synagogue and then my home. It's...devastating. But when I realised that, had Peter not warned me, I would have been home and therefore, probably not still living and breathing, as I am so fond of doing. I'd be upside down on one of those disgusting things with a word carved into me as if that one word defined all that I was. People aren't words.
Peter. Thank you for saving my life.