April 27th, 2010



It is so hateful when something happens that throws me into that state of feeling in which I so rarely exist these days. My own little world and my own little thoughts are a so much safer place to be. I feel echoes of childhood and parents and other memories in the corridors of my mind. These hang-ups and Achilles' heels were exorcised so many months or years ago that their re-appearance on this stage is both nostalgia and agony. Clenching teeth on the tendrils as I push down reactions, I attempt to regain composure.