words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
Saturday, April 30, 2005
My cat died today. The childbirth was too much for her, and by the time we got her to the vet, it was too late. She was only two and a half years old.