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Friday, June 13, 2008
poem
Taken so long,
travelled not far. Singing this song, stalling this car. Skies have gone. Shadows have dawned. We walked on. I held on. Yet-- Waiting for hope. Smiling at past. Long is this road, Can't I turn back? I've no hands to hold. Yet still clawing on. But love is gone, I lost the love. 12:22AM June 13, 2008 Tuesday, June 10, 2008
a morning with a reflexologist
Last week, I was so paralyzed with stress. I couldn't move my neck. My shoulders ached. My entire body was in complete denial that it had to move. So yesterday, I took advantage of the holiday and went to a reflexologist. I've only known this woman for like, a total of 4 hours of my life. The first two hours was the first ever session I had with her last year. The next two hours were spent in utter pain, as she stretched, twisted, cracked and straightened me up. In joints and muscles that were even unknown to me. I can't believe that I actually felt better. She also had a couple of things to say to me. And it amazes me that she can tell.
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