pouring forth, unorganized today is beautiful. i came home today and someone has pulled out some paintings i did in high school of a dear friend, who is now dying of cancer. so i am still thinking of beauty and pain, and how they are connected, and how they balance one another out. because, honestly, each was so intense today that i wouldn't have been able to bear it on it's own without having the other there to restore some sense of equilibrium. 4:51 p.m. - 2003-04-16 |
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