leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bienvenido There are middles and beginnings I should be writing. Stories and endless thoughts waiting for "...and then". But I'm tired. And anxious. And feeling more than a little like someone I haven't met. And I'm unsure who she is and where she is going or what she will do when she gets there. Although I can already see that she's naive and hasn't the good sense to protect herself from danger. Such foolishness. Such childlike audacity to wander into the arms of strangers as if they didn't have teeth and secrets. She'll learn. One good smack and her skin will split like a peach. She'll be shocked speechless. And I'll have to dry her tears and hold her hand, and tell her it was all meant to be (which I sometimes don't believe, but will never admit so as not to scare her.) So you see that is why I can't write today. I'm busy waiting to save her. 1:49 p.m. - August 01, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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