Friday, March 20, 2009


Red boa. Red lipstick. I'm cold. Lots of flashes of light coming from the dark. Lights shining bright on me. Darkness in front of me beyond the lights. Someone is ordering me around, but the words are too distant. I can't hear them. I'm moving around but staying in the same place.

And that is all I know right now. Since yesterday evening I've been plagued by what I assume is part of a memory for someone inside. I don't understand it right now. I don't really want to, but I don't think it's going away. Ugh.

1 comment:

  1. I hope some of this is letting up. I am sorry I haven't been around all that much, working 12-14 hour days. I will talk to you soon and hope you are doing something nice for yourself this weekend.