on the banks of puget sound, june 19, 2007
on the days when misunderstandings threaten to roll in the clouds. on the days when the missing rocks my heart and her voice seems lost to me. on the days when the last thread of possibility begins to tear. on days when the aloneness feels like a friend. on the days when dreaming feels immature and silly. on days when the patterns long left behind suddenly appear as an option. on days when i feel forgotten and realize i have actually forgotten myself.
on these days, like a violet on a kitchen windowsill, i choose the sun.
i choose.
i choose.
(see more reactions to the challenge of environment at self-portrait challenge)
