Friday, 21 December 2007

rose, frosted




Something made me feel vulnerable, this unzips me and deep sadness opens out. I stand in my friends kitchen and cry, I sit in her red room and cry, she lets me, and gives me tea in a petal thin cup.
The sadness also makes me think about what is important in life, love and honesty. And my pleasure in small delights increases. Fresh filtered water poured into a glass decanter and left by my bed so that I can drink during the night. I watch the subtle movement of a shiny decoration and the tiniest of crystals, enjoying the brief catching of light.


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