Saturday, May 17, 2014 at 9:49 pm


Rabbitman, you take my dreams and twist. I think I thought this period was going to be less, or perhaps more. It’s hard to know where half way is but I think I am on the other side because the light is different and my heart is somehow changed. It’s funny because I have these moments of beauty over tea with old friends and the world looks sweet then I sit with you and watch as you turn my words into knots so hard it hurts and I so far from where I started, lost but for my memory of home. Those dangling branches obscure the view of the visage behind that hideous cackle of a voice just round the bend and you are gone again. I am big because you are small.

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