keep trying to tame my out-at-elbows, brimming-over, running-at-the-edges life; when what needs taming is my broken heart. (broken hearts cannot be tamed, only mended.)

the printed word. there are times when a string of words left behind by authors of another space, another chronology suddenly makes everything ok again. the darkness is a little less impenetrable, i a little braver. that i-am-doing-it-all-wrong filter falls. i breathe.