Sunday, January 27, 2013

Sunday, January 27th, 2013: Journal Entry

I have been trying not to think about him, but now and then I do. At those moments, I get a terrible feeling of unease in my bladder: the same sensation I get leaning a bit too far over the rails of a tall suspension bridge and staring at the Elysian green below; wondering if it would shatter the calm of the water if I dropped in unannounced or if the wet would welcome me with open arms like an old and loving friend.

Since it is impossible for me to say for certain without testing the hypothesis, I do not dwell on bridges for very long. I move along.

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