day 349: memory

When shadows crawl overhead and block the light, I try and try to remember feeling the heat on my face.

When the walls tilt in, making the room feel like a triangular prison, I try and try to remember space.

When all is right and good, I try and try to remember to write it down in a permanent place.

I am a lockbox, but I want to share the key.


Rebecca Blevins | August 3, 2010 at 8:54 PM

I love this! Simply, profoundly, beautiful.

CiCi | August 4, 2010 at 5:20 AM

Is there such thing as a permanent place? Hmmm. Maybe. Inside each of us.

Heather of the EO | August 4, 2010 at 1:40 PM