05.31.09
“fit” 4/27/09
I keep reorganizing shelves and drawers. Am I hoping it will all make sense once everything is in its place? Hoping for my place? Where I belong? Will my soul forever drift on the open sea of heartbreak and despair or will it find its home? Will I let it find its home? Do I keep circling my place of belonging but my fears keep me from landing?
