November 3, 2010

I tasted desperation today.  It tasted sour and tangy and cold.  It tasted like the plaster mold from the orthodontists office.  I would have liked to have gagged, like I always did in that office.  It would have been a reaction, a rejection, a fight.  Instead I sat with held breath, certain it would not pass, heavy, silent, and still.  Sinking dread and I have no way to stop it.  We all march forward.

#just let this feeling pass.