3:15 p.m. - 01/14/02
rah...
soon i will be leaving. <-fear.
appointment time. leaving in
one hour and forty-three minutes.
*gulp* fear. don't understand this
this isn't anxiety. is it?
this is not the panic julie growled at
not quite heart attack status just
this underlying aching fearful mess
that reaches up from my stomach to my throat
has me curling into balls with
blankets over my head because
i need more time than i can bet
i need more scars than doctors will allow
i need a route to run away on
i need some *space*
(john this is not your room; i love you but please give me my breathing room.)
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