leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- geometry I don't know how to settle myself anymore. I try to curl, relax, be still...but my body is all angles and edges. Sharp points and knots. I gulp touch, like liquid, absorbing warmth to melt the metal in my bones. The bed that has often frightened me is now the only place I am content. It's almost too deep though. As if I am weightless there and upon waking have lost the strength to rise. 11:17 a.m. - May 28, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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