the mind of a poet, storyteller, the music she loves, tales she tells, the places she goes, sometimes more, often less.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
just an easy answer
Nothing special going on in my head, at least nothing I care to share. I listened to this song several times today. I used to love this song when my heart was sore from being broken. Cheesy, but it spoke to me.
I have spider bites all over my waist and hip. The spiders in my apartment are, to quote a Sandra Cisneros poem, the color of a fingernail.