listening to this damned faucet drip. sitting here wrapped in blankets half-past 6 on an ice cold, dark chicago morning. lying in bed wouldn't do. lately, i'm awake all the time anyway, the weight of duty pressing on me. it gets light so quickly, i see, once you start moving. already, my used-to-be white curtains [...]
Month: January 2010
dream
and so i lie down to rest. and hope the small glass of white does the trick. i want to fall quickly into an other (AN other) place where fate unfolds much quicker than here, where i can see all that i desire to see right there, right now, then, and later. life can be [...]
Nonfiction Woman 