Wednesday, June 25, 2003
the best thing is when you have a conversation and at the end of it, instead of feeling evermore alone and like you're clinging to a piling at the edge of a chasm and the other person on his piling on the other side is irrefutably not near you and you have to look away because the inevitable end is just staring you straight in the face, you feel like he's next to you in the queensized bed, snapping the elastic band of your underwear and calling you bunny. i swear to god that there is nothing better than talking that actually works.
we had a good one. see? some days there is no trauma to repair, and no one's crying, and it's just a good, solid thing. people can say whatever they want about time and place, and . . . i dunno, "healing," and "space," and maybe i'm all kinds of wrong, but . . . this is topsoil. this is earth-salt. this feels better than anything. that's what i know.
we had a good one. see? some days there is no trauma to repair, and no one's crying, and it's just a good, solid thing. people can say whatever they want about time and place, and . . . i dunno, "healing," and "space," and maybe i'm all kinds of wrong, but . . . this is topsoil. this is earth-salt. this feels better than anything. that's what i know.
