Saturday, October 04, 2003

Return

My training, or far lack of a better word, gifts—make me impatient and mistrustful with others. I don't know what to do with these fears that you've been captured, or have done something foolish and injured yourself. By now our fates have been decided and all I can think about is the awful moment of arrival, and seeing your face.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home