Saturday, September 19, 2009
ground
The other day I had a picture of myself. I've heard of people being "broken" like a clay pot. I'm not broken, I'm ground. And I'm quite happy about it. I like it. Like sand, or finer. It's all of an even consistency now, no more bigger pieces, no jagged edges. It's a just a thin layer beneath, on the floor. It flows between the fingers. Can it be remade, I've wondered? I don't know. I'm alright with being this ground product at the lowest level.
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