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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

All I want....


want
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.

It's hard for me to articulate what I want, because I don't seem to want a whole lot, these days. So, when I do want something, it surprises me how strong the urge is.

That's where I go to lose my head, sometimes. I've never been found.

So I'm up early (yes, noon is early) and my internet security thing wouldn't let me access the internet until now. I'm sitting here in my underpants, freezing because I think it might be actually cold outside today.Makes me want to hop back into bed, where it's warm. Beds are like wombs, I think. Supposedly safe and where you are protected.
nuts.

Fake friends, I turn my face away. It doesn't help me to have people hanging on to my fringes for needless conversation. Either you're in it, or you're not. So simple. But I know I'm demanding.

Beebs is back with me. I'd post a photo of her lounging on the sette, but my resizing program shuts down when I try to load up new photos. And really.....I haven't picked up my camera all week.

Maybe I found another vein of Being in my marbled backdrop of emotions that live in my head/heart.
Like a heart beat.

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