malloreigh

having my photo taken is not something i've done a lot of in the last little while. so, here's a picture of me that i took on saturday morning, sitting on my back porch, sad as willows, sad as streams creeping through desolate land, sad as hothouse roses bred to be thornless and scentless and passionless. sad as bruises.



i'm not sad anymore. it was fleeting. it has past. i guess i am not ready to let certain things go yet, even when i have convinced myself that that is the best course of action.

i spent my morning in doctor's offices. i have a virus. it's causing mild discomfort in my throat. i'll be okay.