a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








so good


exhaustion has swept over my tired body, my tired eyes. the inability to think. the inability to form complete sentences, complete thoughts. the inability to move. exhaustion has buried me under a pile of sand. now waves are creeping steadily overhead. cool, salty water seeps through the tiny spaces of tiny grains of sand.

I am suffocating, choking on sand, I am drowning, choking on salt water.

And it feels so good, oh so good.


written on 2003-05-06 at 9:34 p.m.

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