novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the psych wart did you know that i doubt my connections with every person at any given moment? how does one reverse this? sometimes i feel like i was meant to be alone, always, slightly in touch with a handful of people far away, ambiguously at best. every time i talk to my mother she tells me at least ten times that she loves me. every time she means it in her marrow and i can feel it and it makes me feel like i can't feel it unless i hear it. not just with her, i mean. every memorial day the cousins in wisconsin pile into a horse-drawn carriage and throw candy at passers-by. 1:48 am - 05.13.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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