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[axeslade]

pondering where the Char thing is, but oh well. Checked out 'Deliver Us From Evie' from the library (last read The Year They Burned the Book by Nancy Garden, the woman has talent!), got an appointment with my counselour tomorrow. Sending Fuck-Crazy and a few other things to the Satilite of Love website. And a little poem I wrote yesterday that explains the inner-criss I'm going through right now, though it wasn't so bad today.


Skin on the Road

Two years
Almost three
In this skin
Feeling liberated
Right
Like I found where I belonged

Suddenly
The skin is tight
Sticking to my bones
Making me gasp for breath

How can it be
That all I've believed I am
Can be cast into shadows of doubt
In just a few short days?

Both roads seem so scary
Each lacking something beautiful
And yet I fear and fret
When I think of staying in between

Maybe I can't take either road
But if even so I think
That staying at the fork may destroy me

Maybe
Just for a little while
I should lie in the meadow
Forget about this skin
And leave it on the road