OfSarahAnne
anchor. I feel it pulling me in and out of its station, a force so gentle, so strong and heavy and good, it drives me into the depths, and yet while still aloft on a sea of change.
I'm not even sure I know what that means. Who does? What person grows up having a good concept of such a thing? Does it matter? Should it? Who can solve this "problem?" Ha. That's what it's down to...ask a question and "try" to give an answer.
confessional. nothing so suits me than to pour out those silky threads that just keep coming; whispie lovelies you'll never forget. I don't think you'd understand. that makes me.