2002-08-27
10:03 a.m.
outside where it's brightest
Went to bed with heart HEART burning BURNING burning. Got up and fingers burned on strings held for hours and words and words and words pouring. Lay down and whole body clenched and shook with anticipation, impatience, wondering. It means about two hours of sleep, fitful and tangled on a blanket my mum just knitted for me. It means I'm dazed, talking through with the dear friend I'm moving to, all things I wonder about and hope. This is so silly. I can move past these kinds of worries, I can pretend not to notice that I've lost feeling in my right arm. I have! Well, my right hand. Tingling. Refresh, refresh, refresh, refresh. Release? But the air is so soft. in the light of a second chance
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