Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Fire light

It's my counselling day and I don't want to go.  Jake is at nursery.  I have the house to myself, all I can hear is the ticking of the clock and the sound of my fingers tapping the keys and that's all I want.  Not the sound of my own voice, or the sound of another's, even an understanding supportive one.  I just want to sit here and be.

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