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3:08 p.m. - 2012-11-09 I thought it would be hard to get back in, yet the key still fit the lock easily enough. And I am here, still, here, and there, and wherever I am. Me, yet not. Like...like living between two panes of mirrors that show different things, but are the same, somehow. I am always the same, even when I'm not. I'm more in the ground now than I've ever been, I think, and I guess that's a good thing...to grow roots, instead of bobbing around like a frantic balloon. I'm happy, but. But I will always be sad, too. Always and always. When the storms came, I worried without really knowing why. I'm glad your feet are still on the ground. Next time I come, I probably won't remember what this means..but, for now, it will be enough.
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