I don't know what to think...I know I haven't written in a long time, but this whole attack thingy is forcing me to look for an outlet, even if I don't know what to say. This whole thing is still sort of surreal to me, mostly, I think, because I'm far away. I feel removed, and wish I didn't. But I am afraid...nameless worries flit through my head. I try to pin them down on paper, because that's what I do, but it doesn't seem to work. I've started half a dozen poems, and they just sort of trickle off, which is very frustrating to me.
I think that's all for right now...I need to get this clear for myself before I post any more.
~Miss Lemon~
*Horribly, horribly sad...*
"do you ever have that dream
when you open your mouth
and you try to scream
but you can't make a sound
that's everyday starting now
that's everyday starting now"
--More Ani Difranco (Wish I May)
Thus spake Lemon Kitty at 11:41:35 PM