Sigh ...
A deep deep sigh at the end of a long long long week. The ups and downs that come and go, without warnings or predictions, leaving no traces except in my cursed memories. I wonder what Tara is doing. I have been thinking about Tara a lot lately, wondering what wise words she would offer me. I think I would argue less with her now, and understand more, my stubborn convictions thinning with age.
Certain flows of words should not be untapped, because once the cork is popped open, they take on a momentum and truth they don't deserve.
Thank you Michelle for the cute card and beautiful words. How could you worry it might be too mushy... Don't you know me at all?! :)
2 comments:
I don't think I thought you'd find it too mushy. I was just seeking an explanation, since I'm usually not the type to express my mushy philosophical side. Although, I've found that it can be fun to do so. It makes me sound smart. Haha :) You've inspired me to keep up a journal. I'll do my best, but I don't think I'll ever write as beautifully as you do.
Your cursed memories? Can you elaborate?
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