From the ashes of Multiply's "Joanne, by any other name" (2003) arise this space. Now, it houses my collection of significant pictures and angsty thoughts. It mirrors the dark and the light, the bumps and flights in my inner jouney!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Mortality
When you have microcalcifications in your left breast and a myoma in your reproductive area, you have to think about it. Death, that is. But why do I bear the possibility with such calm detachment? I would expect trepidation or even panic. Maybe because I know it's not that serious? Or maybe because I just don't care? Dying, that is!
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allaboutme,
death
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