Yesterday was salted with tension and filth but today, today I discovered why the sun strives to thin the clouds. A winter chill can not set in the bones of someone whose sun is out. Today memories became permanent; my childhood home was stripped of my family's presence. Boxes, mostly of junk, (when viewed as a whole) were swiftly loaded into a large hearse. And in the background large trees, that use to barely reach the sky, rocked slowly in our breeze.
I realized almost lazily that I can not go home. Mainly because the strangers living there would smile and ask if they could help. Was I lost? And, to be honest, I would be lost in a space that no longer included me or hopes of my Christmases.
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succulent empty home wisdom.. Comment from floralilia - 8/7/04 10:26 PM
Sounds so very sad. So sorry. I think we all experience this at some point and realize there is no going home. :-) ---Robbie Comment from krobbie67 - 7/27/04 8:06 PM
Thanks...What a very sad day! V Comment from deabvt - 7/23/04 6:15 AM