Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Lying on the floor with a piece of shit arm, wondering what is the purpose of a blog that never gets read? The ol' tree in the forest and one hand scenario on my laptop or just my fragility needing? Needing validity. Waiting for epiphanies to pour in as comments as well as posts. Plug up the slow leak in my soul as I feel it ooze in conversations when I am able to say less and less. I expect to find parts of me in the shower, washed away, clogging the drain. All I see are tangles of hair. I am tangled. This net is a dumping ground for the naked body and the stripped searched mind. I just never thought thoughts were waste.

2 comments:

  1. Heidi ho-
    my blog is lucasfamproductions.blogspot.com

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  2. I love you Heidi, and I read. Honestly, I read and I feel as if I glimpse what is going on in your mind and heart, and I'm always saddened by it. I want to glimpse the joy you used to write so much about. Where did it go? It's like I have to read some of the old and wash the bitter down with some sweet. I will always read though.

    Love,
    Tellie

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