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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
| We're doomed to fail when our family prescribes it. -Me I'm caught between who I am and who I could/need to be and there's little room for negotiation. I don't see a mediator. I see disappointed looks or indifference like I'm invisible or meaningless or something in that gray, dull area where I'm told to stand, but I fidget. I don't want to wait, yet no other place to be. My tether is my life, the way I live it, this limbo I haven't mastered before I can move on to the next dance. And there's no one patient enough who will teach me. What do I do with my hands? I'm asking because my pockets want to know. Restrictive |
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