This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

November 18, 2008

little baby infant heads with curly, soft hair

I have felt the joy of
  1. temperance and patience
  2. little infant heads with curly, soft hair
  3. good walking shoes
  4. dreaming about food and water and safety for everyone
  5. the "here and now"
  6. family and children
  7. coffee
It all still just comes and goes.
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