Thursday, November 1, 2012

half baked idea

The afternoon drifts somber outside my window. Weary leaves scutter fervent on the western wind echoing a similar sentiment within my bones. I've accomplished my sojourn of obligatory domesticity. Pots of lentil soup and quinoa cool on the stove. The dishes and laundry done and the progeny are running errands. For a moment I am alone with my thoughts and my thoughts ramble around like frightened livestock in a too small corral. I am beyond unsettled.
The simple truth is that I am heartsick.

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