| Zerlina ( @ 2009-09-23 22:52:00 |
I spent the latter part of my evening sitting in my living room piled with stacks and stacks of books, an early inheritance. My parents spent the weekend filling my garage with over forty boxes and bags of books along with other mysterious sundries. My stepfather is leaving on Friday, moving to New Hampshire and I wonder if I will ever see him again. I wonder if it will be easier to lose him if he is gone already.
So I continue with my folding sensation, anticipating how many times I can double over on myself before I self-destruct.
So I continue with my folding sensation, anticipating how many times I can double over on myself before I self-destruct.