Outbursts of introspection as I attempt to answer: "Who am I now?"
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
It’s nice when you no longer cry
you could not forget if you tried.
You have discovered that
attempts to make sense
can create order
even when there is no sense to be made.
No anguish over disorder.
You have let go
Your falling finally fell into place.
A worn word that fits well.
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