Again.

[bohemiem]

Plath's son hanged himself last week:

www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29836292/
Morning Song
-Sylvia Plath-

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.  New statue
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety.  We stand round

Comments

[loveismywine]

I saw that headline and thought of you.

Hope you're doing well; sending hugs

[bohemiem]

Oh, I'm fine, just--man. And people argue depression doesn't have a genetic component. I feel so much for his sister Frieda.

[loveismywine]

Oh yeah, no I meant that last part mostly in a general "haven't talked to you in awhile, hope all is well" sort of way. Because I do hope that!

[bohemiem]

Aw, shucks! Thanks! I'm following all your adventures with baited breath! What's your favorite moment of the trip thus far?

[thedisappeared]

whooooa, man. : (

[bohemiem]

Right?