Does it make sense if I say the sun looks African when it's down near the flat, Texas horizon? I guess I watched The Lion King too many times. I don't know. This morning I am speechless. This morning my chest is a cavernous abyss, hollow and heaving - not empty, but sparse and distant. There is a voice in the dark depths crying out something I might need to know, but I cannot make out the words. The echoes bouncing off of the pink, ribbed walls are just mumbles and moans. My world does this to me when it knows that I cannot bear to hear what is being said, when it knows it might drive me over the edge, send me tumbling into the abyss. So, I sit and tap my feet to the beat. I imagine happy and healthy lives, a dearth of tears, eternal bliss under the African sun. Too many Disney movies. No doubt about it. Hello, friends. How are you today? Later. Love. |
