June 9, 2004

• I just want to say…
  … I’m tired today. And no matter what else I want to say, that’s all that’s coming out. I’m tired and the clock ticks with dull thunks towards clunking hours that somehow move at all the wrong speeds. And the people here are sharp-edged and sharp-tongued, rasping against my ears and my skin across all the space two cubicles can fill.
  
  And I feel as if the complaints are foremost when that’s not what I wanted to say at all. I’m mangled and peaceful and happy and waiting for the flood and never-quite-sure and absolutely-certain. And all that’s here are the things I never want to say when I’m not alone. When I’m falling-down laughing over the silly moments of a round of disc golf. When my head is resting anywhere (but most often against his arm).
  
  Somedays I just have to break down and say I don’t really know what I’m doing.

  • 10:33 pm
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