Monday, April 28, 2008

Everything I think about how things might be new and better is not so. For I am soaked in the old and worse.

Or almost everything.

Maybe once in a great while something different and healing occurs in my head. I might be utterly scared by it. I might not notice it because it is so different from what I am used to. But maybe sometime I can notice, keep breathing, feel its good, and pass it on.