When I slow down enough to reflect on what I am feeling, I see that there's a duality going on inside of me where I feel an emptiness so deep it feels like I'm drowning and a fullness so large it feels like I'm overflowing. I am exploding and imploding, totally in control of my out of control impulsive behaviors. I am the writer and main character of this movie.
I met a girl in New Orleans, she saw me feeding my dog on the sidewalk and was compelled to tell me how beautiful he is. There was no way for me to express how beautiful he is to me, and that compelled me to tears. She was from New Zealand. They don't have homeless people where she was from. She'd never met someone close to her own age living on the streets. Watching me cry made her uncomfortable. She wanted to stop me from crying.
I'm still not sure exactly why I was crying.
I'm still not sure exactly why I was crying.
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