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January 22, 2008
The day is closing. Night is squeezing the hours from the light. They fly from tight fingers, spraying through the sky. What have I done today? I have held on again. I have maintained stability for another day, three in a row now. The cost has been high. The new prescription lays on the vanity unfilled. I am meditating. I am holding my brain and my heart together in double handfuls, urgently rearranging as they slip through my awkward touches. I am hiding in the small crevasse of intricate beauty that sits beside me. By morning I will be whole.