Monday, July 11, 2011

small stones

July 9th

i feel like running again.

it's either that or swimming in a valley of tears.

July 10th

you couldn't tell by looking at us,
but I am certain my sister has a
blotch of red nail-polish on her back
that distinguishes her as
the better daughter.

July 11th

the daily grind and wrench
does not tap the waterline
of my personal happy.


  1. So much of ourselves becomes caught in that cavity between the right brain and the left brain.

  2. i don't have a sister, but i love your July 10th small stone! ♥

  3. at times, we do feel like flying or running, in a dreamy way.

    well expressed sentiments,


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