Sunday, February 12, 2006

This is a little hole in a fence, inside is my life. There is lots of clutter and little desire to seperate the garbage from the possesions, lifes lessons from rediculous folies, trophies from inexorable failures. There is no house, there is nothing to steal or protect from rain, snow or uv rays. There is no driveway there is nowhere to go, no one to visit and no awaited visitors. Actually the fence was put up many years ago but it too will fall to the ground and there is really no need to build another.

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:51 PM

    You are definately one of the best writers I've read. Hang on ... you'll find the path. Try "The Artist's Way" ... Julia Cameron. Couldn't hurt. Syncronicity is deja vu, only clearer.

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  2. easydoesnt12:57 PM

    Forgot my name ........ didn't mean to be anonymous.

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  3. Thank you so much for your comments and encouragement. It means alot to me and helps me see my writing in a different way.

    It's so exciting being read and doubly so if the feedback is good. It's like making a sculpture in the dark and suddenly someone turns on the light and your like oh, that's how it looks.

    I am really surprised you found this post. I thought I had deleted it because it was too depressing. So all along it was stored in the attic and you found it....and because you did i was able to read it and enjoy it myself.

    Thank you!

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