Friday, November 27, 2009

Spoke to Michael this morning. Chatted with Corey, then spoke to Michael. Beautiful fun moments, and so much confusion; emotionally, physically, complete turmoil with moments of passionate calm. That's what I am. Hanging by a thread; a puppet pulled to and fro by strings from my heart to the moon. Some instants are perfection, and then the memory of what was done behind my back engulf me... and I'm broken again. It's no wonder that my body reacted this way; no wonder I'm crumpled and crying...the puppets strings were cut, and he has to learn to walk on his own.

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