I feel a quiet peace. This is a good day. The voices around me are whispers. My own mind is a whisper. What pale cordial brought me to this state? When did I drink it?
My fingers do their daily things--unscrew a cap, press a button, scratch. They move without my knowing. It is beautiful. It is good.
The September Song plays softly. I feel that my body is clean and empty of demons.
A row of colorful journals slouch on the shelf across the room. My hands will touch each of them today.
I am dizzy. I will dance.
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"Thus did Eliza and I destroy our Paradise--our nation of two."
--Kurt Vonnegut
--Kurt Vonnegut
2 comments:
I LOVE this post. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.
"What pale cordial..."
Everything.
This is one of the most beautiful things I've seen you write.
This post makes me happy.
Today I am happy.
:)
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