home

A blue room with nothing but things. Since inhaling Houston's thick air the individualness has overcome me. The concentrated bubble of friends burst. Each to his or her own suburbia. Unknowningly I searched for the salve: Could it be a meowing pepper look-alike, the beings chock-full of history that pop up at their own leisure, a book? What is the remedy for the void? Should there be a remedy? Should I be it?

2 comments:

CarolinaDivina said...

yay you're home
come visit me tonight
killy will be working and then he'll be jealous
we could talk and have fun
and you could go away feeling a wierd sort of happiness because you will have spent some time with a fat lady
granted - it is pregnancy weight
but it is large nevertheless
so come over
if you don't have any other plans
help me dream of how my little girl's room will look

Killy said...

did you really get a pepper look-a-like?