seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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therapeutic writing

at the beach,

everything felt okay

i buried my toes in the sand, collected seashells along the edge of the water,

licked the salt from the sea off of my lips

and felt okay with the world again

i know

that i'm not crazy

i tell myself this

as i wash the cobwebs off the window screens and buy seeds to plant in the tiny organic vegetable garden i have planned out in the backyard,

i want to grow things i can't afford at the grocery store, i want to learn how to cook and mend my own clothes,

i want to move to a large city and wear black from head to toe and sunglasses that don't hide my face

i want to have plants on my windowsills that need to be watered everyday

and jeans that need to be washed

and places i can go for blackberry iced tea

even in the city

even in the north

and i don't want to be crazy

12:58 p.m. - 2002-05-07

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