"...there's something in the way he moves..."
on my mind again. i had a vision of your life, your perfect,
well-adjusted life. it saddened me. friends, family, warmth,
comfort. i rejected those things 4 years ago, sure i didn't
need them anymore. now i'm not so sure.
i keep wondering if this is all there is. if this is it, i want out.
heavy and dull on my days off, sleeping all the time, laundry,
dishes, movies on tv. life moves along, taking me with it whether
i want to go or not, like a river out of control.
isn't there anymore than this?
denise knapp lived and died. big deal.
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