Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran

Monday, January 3, 2011

The tears from my eyes were forced out as I shut my eyelids. Standing in front of the train tracks, I counted as 
 they went by: "1.....2.....3.....", pondering which one I'd step onto. A train going outbound...where my internal 
boundaries would be broken. I was going to leave the state, leave this life behind. Run away.