August 28, 2009

Somaesthesia

When I lie in my bed at night and think over the many sins and shortcomings attributed to me, I get so confused by it all that I either laugh or cry.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishes to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave. Oh heavens above, now I am getting you in a muddle too.

I'MNOSUPERMAN: Why can't it go away?

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