I've been away for some time and I didn't know it. I've put on the mask I wear so well and took a trip inside of myself and was lost at the chaos within. This raging tempest in me took me in its grip and carried me away.

I find myself at the centre.

My own heart breaking at the destruction I see within me.......layers upon layers of pain. Some burried for good, other much much older. And I wonder why they just won't heal.

Is this the reason why I strain so hard to see the beautyof the birds and the bees? Is this why I can barely hear the soft whispered conversation between the trees and the wind?

26th september 2007
wednesday 8ish pm
© Ethel Sampang 2007