Friday, May 20, 2011

The whole world in his hands

A frenetic list of things to do; the ever-present anticipation of a call to show the house; my mind in a steady state of ready … set … These months I’ve felt so small, standing at a vast shore of things that are Beyond My Control. Water around me, I swayed in rhythm, and then waves came. When they knocked, I fell hard but got back up, choking, gasping. Nighttime tears, brute beasts of ignorance railing against the unknown.

Writing today at 66 Books

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