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.

May 16, 2009

It's dark but stars are like flares at Indigo. Sitting on the front porch, several dog-walkers stroll by with a hello or a comment on the weather. A cool breeze is a relief in the middle of summer when air is as thick as fog. Cicadas logged on just after sunset - the hum of a good night on the porch.

conversation has become hilarious with a couple of drinks.

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