These are writings I've done over the years. Some are close to 40 years old. Seems strange to say that since I don't feel that old. But when I read them again, I know I am.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Waiting
There i lay waiting, under the blankets of security. enveloped in blackness... legs outstretched. one hand over my head that is turned away from the door.
gazing out the window into the night beyond the spanish moss, eating a banana.
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