Starts with a fluster before the internal raging--the nonsensical swirling, winding out of control.
No one. No thing. No fault.
Growing, building, consuming, un-doing composure, inflicting imbalance and disrupting peace.
Almost had it, almost did it. Not quite. Not this time. Not yet.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Unraveling
Posted by Tina at 4:14 PM
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