Last night I had a vision
that your love hung low like the heavens
and your roots were growing through my soil,
turning it, tilling me.
3/7/10- Windhoek, Namibia
I am Emily Dickinson. And if she were indeed right that the mind is an ocean, then I should drown and never be bored. Yet I am counting down the days until I can be with the ones I love, and I am hoping that until then, my mind will be enough. How horrible it would be not to have a memory! Mine keeps me going, day by day, and reminds me how good life can be. And though human nature baffles me, and I am all the while losing faith in people, I recall those good souls who know how to love, and spill mine out onto papers and notes to mail their way.
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