if I stumble
Feb. 6th, 2011 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowlyunfoldingI spent a good chunk of time leafing through some paper journals ... and I feel a lot less melancoly. A weight has lifted. But I'm leaving what would have been my original entry.
I'm in this weird limbo place. I don't know what to think, what to make of this or that. Tiny little things are huge irritations. The little syncronicities I see popping up around me are a little too close to the heart for comfort.
I need ... something. A change of scenery, a warm breeze, a rainy day & night, driving through darkened streets, a gentle touch, a bear hug ...
All these thoughts of babies lately and should I, shouldn't I. Doubting myself. And now, this month. Coming around again. I wonder what you'd be like now, if things worked out. You'd be just about 10.
I don't think I can go down that road again.
I'm in this weird limbo place. I don't know what to think, what to make of this or that. Tiny little things are huge irritations. The little syncronicities I see popping up around me are a little too close to the heart for comfort.
I need ... something. A change of scenery, a warm breeze, a rainy day & night, driving through darkened streets, a gentle touch, a bear hug ...
All these thoughts of babies lately and should I, shouldn't I. Doubting myself. And now, this month. Coming around again. I wonder what you'd be like now, if things worked out. You'd be just about 10.
I don't think I can go down that road again.