it was a dark morning
a really dark one
hurled notebooks and spilled cups of tea
instead of prayer books and breathing calm
(who the hell can breathe calm when what's wanted it hurling a cup of tea
you know you are the only one here to pick up afterwards, and therefore,
you know that you can't)
instead of breathing calm
I go to the screen and find people, my people.
And words I needed to hear.
I feel so much better now
I can even consider eating pancakes.
and if you don't know her yet: http://therumpus.net/2011/07/dear-sugar-the-rumpus-advice-column-78-the-obliterated-place/