Friday, 6 July 2012

After my morning walk, my house was so quiet I felt the throbbing inside my ears. I was stuck at the front door, grabbing for limbs that I had dropped off. It is scary to walk through a wish fulfilled and lonely to pretend you are understood.

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Sheila Cameron
Watching the Paint Dry

1 comment:

Kerkedijk said...

I really identify with this post. Maire