Sunday, January 23, 2005

I Need A Sign

I had a dream last night that I flooded the bathroom and the yard, roamed through dark and lonely hallways, that my Mother was verging on insanity from sadness and my little brother was a child crawling between the walls. I woke up covered in my own hair squinting out the half-fogged window at a tree and a squirrel and a rugged terrain of blankets between here and there.




I would be lying if I said I was I was doing everything right. If I wanted to I could look backward for consolation, like when Sam told me I am not the HOTHEAD I used to be, but it doesn't excuse the present day.


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