A stormy journal spread
I like that word, stormy. It just says so much.
You can picture the dark colors swirling around
in a sea of anguish, agony, fury.
A lyric from one of my very favorite songs,
from one of my very favorite bands (U2)
"Stolen from the sea, a storm blows up in her eyes
and she is raging, she is raging."
This is how I've been feeling lately, and I'm so afraid it will get worse.
As I posted earlier, my best friend/roommate is
moving back to NY in August.
We've lived together for 5.5 years.
That is a long time.
This is an adjustment that I KNOW will be difficult.
I can't even bear to look at apartments right now,
and I know I need to find another roommate
and I SO do not want to. It won't be even remotely the same.
Anyway, I sat down today and this poured out of me.
I like when that happens, because it usually isn't that easy.
At least the weather here is gorgeous.