Darnit.
Why do I get these sudden feelings of desolation?
I mean, I'll be just sitting there, cross stitching and watching a Miyazaki film, and suddenly it'll hit me, like a too-friendly dog, and I'll be overcome with this sense of being alone, or disconnected.
And then I'll sigh, Mom will ask me if I'm okay, I'll respond with forced cheeriness that I'm fine, and life will go on as usual.
These are just such strange, tattered threads in my tapestry.
But most of the other threads are colorful and cheery, so all is well, n'est-ce pas?
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