Torment.
Torment.
No sleep.
Torment.
Torment.
Why?
Monday, April 7, 2014
Monday, March 10, 2014
Any time but the present
I
fear I am at once an adolescent girl just wanting to start my life and rebel and rejoice and reject, while
at the same time I am grievously wounded by my childlessness. I look for
daughters everywhere. I will never have any daughters. My
behavior strikes me as bizarre. I'm caught in at least one time warp, and I desire to be living in any time but the present.
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