all those years numbed by abuse everything hurts now. i'm not clumsy, i'm out of balance. that's the pain too. mom called me stupid, dumbo. i had big ears and the memory of an elephant. i think it's aspergers. i remember in blocks like a picture book but then sometimes i get 'messages' that seem to have no connection until reality catches up. like the things i save that fit perfectly into my life years after i save them. usually 10 years. the little crystal lotus fits perfectly into the larger crystal votive holder. and last night i realized my pink marble dream house is a bagua.
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