I am alone. I can't think today, or work, or have a cup of coffee without
feeling like a fool -- a lonely soul lost in the game, the life-waltz. Do my
parents understand -- truly understand that to be me is to want, to
love, to long, to hate, to read, to grow, to cry, to laugh. Do they
realize that I haven't changed since I first sprouted in this earth? I've been
tested and questioned. I am ready to turn in -- to rest. There is a pile
of papers and twenty messages for me. I must do some work. Will I
ever be able to survive without the shade of my parents? Will I grow
in the full sun? And there in the sun, withering, will my parents be able
to see that I am as human as they are, and that I need them to help
shade the sun at times, but not to hide me from it completely. I long
for the danger I fear.

1.21.00

01/21/2000

Posted on 02/20/2009
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