"...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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