Tuesday, June 08, 2004


I've been silent these last days. It's not that I don't have anything to say, it's that I don't have the confidence to say it. I am struggling.
I go out into the world,go to work, hang out with friends, and yet on the inside, I feel like I am putting up a front, a facade that says that I am okay. I am not. I know everyone cares and worries, and tries to help, but right now I don't know how to tell you to help me. I want to hide in my bed, where no one (with the exception of you know who) can get to me. To crawl up into a ball and pretend the world doesn't exist. I want to sleep for a year....or two. So be patient with me please, I may need some time.
In the mean time (as you wait) I found a poem that speaks volumes.

Along the Road

I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne'er a word said she,
But oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me.

-Robert Browning Hamilton

Good nite.

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