Quiet distilling through me.
Thoughts evaporating and rising up and out.
The silence is screaming
yet I cannot find the act to make it laugh,
the conversation to make it think,
the motivation to make it happy.
I sit for hours trying to swim through the memories of the last few years,
looking for moments,
that would show me what brought me here
and how I went from alone
February 18, 2003
Tressa Lee Breen