huntsville: observations

Oct 09, 2008 00:13

everything in this place seems like a miniature to me; the countertops of my parents' house are shorter, the doorframes set lower. i wander through a dollhouse version of my childhood, barely brushing the depths of my own past. yet even while i am always the tallest in the room, i stand with my hands clasped behind my back and feel tiny, awkward ( Read more... )

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gravitrue October 9 2008, 08:19:01 UTC
I've long thought there should be a museum exhibiting rooms in which adults are infant, toddler, child sized.

It sounds like you know where you stand, a good basis for competence. I hope things there go well.

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polychromatic22 October 9 2008, 09:54:00 UTC
I've been thinking of you the last few days.

I'll keep you and her in my thoughts.

*hugs*

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travlr1 October 9 2008, 15:27:16 UTC
hey i am in huntsville (though I really don't have minutes on my phone) if you need any support.

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ceelove October 9 2008, 15:47:29 UTC
Not what I would have wanted to prompt your return to writing in LJ, but I'm glad you're communicating, whatever the cause. Reading this reminded me a lot of your poetry, which seems like it could be a meaningful outlet, too.

"intent not delivery" - a great philosophy I'd do well to adopt.

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boyshapedbox October 9 2008, 17:28:02 UTC
I'm really sorry you (and her) have to go through this :(

You'll be in my thoughts sweetheart :)

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