I'm not afraid of the telephone, but I'm afraid of the words behind the earpiece, and the ones in front of the mouthpiece, and the ones in my head. I'm afraid of another night curled in my bed with intentions of cheer and news and sharing that become overshadowed by frustration, sorrow, and guilt. I don't even want to look at the pocket-sized demon, what it symbolizes, what it can do, what it has done, what it might do if I should touch it, pick it up, dare to open it, press its buttons. I'm afraid of another night where I don't say a single thing that I wanted to, and instead say a million that I don't.
I broke a board last night for the first time. With a side kick.
I had wanted to tell you that.
I broke a board last night for the first time. With a side kick.
I had wanted to tell you that.
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Date: 2002-05-02 07:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-05-03 12:24 am (UTC)Kickass on breaking a board! I'm so proud of you... I'll cheer if you promise not to clap when I use the bathroom. (Potty training is an excruicatingly slow process and it seems I'm the one being trained -- the munchkin claps when I go instead of the other way around.)
Melissa (http://www.oddharmonic.org/)
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Date: 2002-05-03 05:06 am (UTC)No anger involved.
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