Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Fresh

Low moments swell in my finger tips, in my shoulders, and in my forehead.

The fear that most people reflect on has made me ask questions about myself.
"Am I more like her than I have ever been?" How could it be. I haven't seen or been around any of them in years..I guess its true. Those first few years are the most formative.

For ever searching for companionship and simultaneous solitude.

I had a rug when I was little just like his. Blame it on a mother who was a interior designer in the early 90's. We also had gold AND silver vertical blinds. OH and mannequins wearing clothing in our living room...

Ah to be Fresh.

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