More disjointed thoughts


I don’t remember being young. Running in the park, waving at trees. But I must have done. Surely I must have done.

I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t ill at ease with my life, when I wasn’t afraid.  But  must have been. Surely I must have been.

How did I get here? To this place where I have no sense of self. No belonging. But I must have belonged somewhere.

I must have done. Surely I must have done.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Rebecca
    Jun 15, 2010 @ 06:48:11

    This one is just sad. I had a feeling I should check your blog today. Sometimes real life anguish fuels the best writing. I am thinking of you x x

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