Wednesday, March 18, 2015

frogs

The frogs are roaring. 
I'm glad. 
I find that as miserable as living in the other house had become, I am missing the acquired familiarity. I feel lost tonight. There's a limbo of living right now and I don't belong anyplace, yet. 
The frogs take me back in time to places where things felt more solid. They weren't, but they felt like it, so for that moment, they were. 


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