Sunday, September 17, 2006

what is it?

I feel things changing. I can't tell what, and I'm not worrying, which is new. There is no one I am next to, right now. They are all just the pebbles.
His advice is terrible. Let's be frank. I will not just pick anyone. Someone has to find me. Is waiting really that bad?

I worry again that I will say yes no matter who asks. I worried before. Oh the danger, I said.
That is a mistake. But I fear it's entirely too probable. We will see how well the foreboding forebodes.

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