Wednesday, September 17, 2008
in which the fish weeps for a day
Sometimes I wonder why I never seem to let go of certain things,
Especially since, at times,
They make me so profoundly sad.
Things surface from the indigo void and make me cry.
Then I think perhaps some things are so embedded
that to extricate them
might cause me to implode.
I will carry this with me always.
That is how I am.
How deep the ocean some days, and how dark.