La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Tuesday, December 11, 2007


Swimming today, moving, remembering muscles but not finding them. The sensation of sinues, so simple, the soreness of hard work, the heart of beating restlessley. Thump thump of a broom hitting a hanging rug. You are so lucky who can feel these things, I pine for life as I pine for my lost children. One for the other the other for the one and all are gone now.


  • At 11:36 AM, Blogger goatman said…

    Your words sadden me, as they must sadden you to say them; but well-said.
    As we push through each petty day we think not of those who need solace, a kind word, or a friendly thought.
    But push through we must . . .


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