This fragmented collection of words is my attempt to sort out the mess of emotions, ideas, and people who define me and to rectify who I am with who I should be.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Travel Weary
Here I am. Sitting at Gate 75 of Liberty International Airport in Newark, New Jersey. And I am so tired. My head hurts. My eyes hurt. My knees hurt. And of course my bottom hurts from so much sitting. I am surrounded by strangers and unfamiliar faces. Alone in a sea of humanity. I feel rumpled and sweaty and stained and it seems that at last my body feels just like my heart....ever so weary....and yet the journey has just begun.
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