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January 26, 2013
Mother, co-worker, sister, aunt, wife, daughter. All these roles have slowly sunk or abruptly vanished from my exisitance. I'm a bobbing log on the ocean of life. I have no rudder, no encroachments, no purpose. I am floating, unmoored. Breathe. Notice this big gap in life. It's like the pause before the next in breath. One could fill the void with illusions, dreams, questions, hopes. I'm trying to stay focused on the gap. Who are you without roles? Who are you right this minute now that there is nothing pulling you or pushing you to act, to play, to...