worries kate I guess I'm thrown by your worries all of the sudden. I don't really know what it means or where we are that you are worried. Maybe I'm just worried so I think you are more worried than you really are. Maybe I can't think or type right now. Or today. And probably not tomorrow. Thank you for calling me today. 001101 ... amy hey, don't fucking worry, OK? savor the moment, puppy. :) 001101 ... kate puppy. that rocks. :) i'm all about the moment, but maybe that's a bad idea. 001102 ... jennifer please don't worry I've stopped but now I worry about you but I think that's ok that's how it's supposed to be 001108 ... Joana. I am haunted by the anticipation of evil When the wind knocks on the door And invites itself to stay Foreseeing what can be Suffering with what will not happen A mental self-flagellation Like this magnanimous whisk In a grim and delicate dance Of crawling illnesses of the ego Tripping on the splinters of storm And losing clarity and sight Under the impetuous strength of this threat I suffer with what I cannot see Thread carefully Fleeing from what haunts me But I know that inevitable will be to find me And lose myself in this spiral of collisions That push themselves of illusions Dedicated to the privileged luxury of passions And forever falling in preoccupations. 010207 ... amy . 010207 ... Joana. Sitting here unknowing still Plagued by the figments created Surrounded with strangers Gleaming yet as the break-through A light that comes from outside Through a breach over the carpet of this sky I find us here with me Among the fragments of some vortex The ones we met there Those who we relied on And are nothing but words now Nothing but empty signs of what was Yet you remain with me As I have remained with you This gleam pulsing through our souls Clings us together And turns us whole I sit here not knowing If this exists If this was ever mine But the figments roll upon me with glee And even if surrounded by strangers I smile like this bleary light. 010207 ... Claire For some reason: dreams? It's strange that I should think of that... Worries. Creased brow. Money. Parents. Single mom. Worries are so much more but the word contains no passion. No worries. See, it's seen in the negative. 011126 what's it to you? who go blather from