squinted eyes
��������� �����nate unlocked his journal today. older entries surfaced. perhaps it's that i haven't slept enough lately, or just that a sentence referring to my journal (actually, this one, not wayless) struck me.dramatic attention-getter. one year later. march 31st. a rather .. telling day in the chronology of my life. the september 11th of my life? i refer to it as "it" and "when you know what" and "he" and .. that's all. strange. maybe it's that i'm exhausted and my eyes are burning. dramatic attention getter. bothersome. makes me think of dark roads, and twisting eyes. doubt, deceit, and the knife hidden in your hand behind a smile.
can't help myself but to sink into the old familiar melodrama. pain behind my temple right now. vague, cloaked in metaphor, rather than direct, obvious complaints against fate and god knows what else. unlocking some distant fear with concrete evidence. a month or so ago, but still.
enough. fists clenched.