Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Good news, she said when she woke up that morning. I've finally written something down instead of the push pull back and forth up and down roller coaster of a train wreck car crash spinning in circles sinking and sinking all while holding every inch of myself completely still. Good news, she said without opening her mouth. Good, she said. How many people are there inside of my head? They all raise their hands, they've all got the answers. Good. She's not saying anymore.
Posted by Hannah Neale at 11:55 AM