tarkis's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sometimes it is all about sitting back and letting it come to you Smells... signs.... portents. I asked.. I was given. but the smells xan be a bit unnerving. cigarettes ... gotcha.. I know who that was... old fashioned hair permanent... smiling, I understand that one also. His smell... that was easy. and others... many many others... and not really sure why. floating in and out of my day.. my night. I think it was showing me that though I was having a bit of difficulty feeling connected to anyone for a few days.. they were all still there.. more than I expected.. actually hadn't thought about it much.. almost as if any current reality is all in our mind. and when the connections came flooding back.. uncomfortable as it was for a few moments until we again grew accustomed... all the more sweeter. I am blessed.. happy and full of positives. and laughing ... always laughing. 7:15 a.m. - 2006-11-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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