Ive spent the past two days reading blogs, emails, and depositions, trying to formulate some kind of coherent reaction... coming up, on occasion to look around at -anything- that was not of this, trying to let my mind rest somewhere safe. There are words, but not the right ones. There is reaction, but not that I can articulate. I am in need of the brain bleach, but not so much that I forget- just a blurring of details. A vivid imagination is a curse more times than not. People are Sick. This touches many things: the books that I love, the Dream, people I know that I now wonder were they There? did they See or Hear? the thoughts running around in here are making me want to scream... or cry. I can only imagine what it must be like on the other side of this, looking out from this situation instead of in.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 09:15:39 +0000