2003-02-21
sorting shifting...
Piles of discarded goods lie like trash at my feet. Dismembered dolls and ripped tulle skirts. boxes of smashed make-up, old l-letters, photos sticky taped back together.
I cannot bear to part with these little windows to before, yet there is simply no room to cling onto the pair of wee rabbits in red coats or boxes or polaroids of people who no longer exist.
All this mess and confusion because Love got a new lease.
She's moving across town into fresh paint and tiny pink flowers.
Moving with girl beings where there is much affection and alikeness.
There is such good feelings and giant orbs of lights moving faster than previously conceived and love, not to forget the waves of perfect love.
(perhaps if you would like to send packages of love and laughter send megan an email for the address)
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