seethingblue's Diaryland Diary

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this is how i fell.

the blue church is hollow across from courthouses and streets lined in magnolia trees. but through the windows i can see pews in steady lines carefully placed at a distance from the pulpit and the stained glass windows that have been carefully shined.

in my head, i know that some of the wood is creaky and will moans softly when you step across it. and i can hear the choir. nobody sings aloud but only hums the notes under their breath. this is spiritual. once the words are said, they will only die out as sounds swallowed by air. because some words are more sacred in thought and feeling but never said aloud. and this is important to understand. you'll do fine. i shut my eyes. i am only three being led by my mother's hand. she pulls me onto her lap and the fluffy skirt of my dress gets bunched up around my thighs. and so i cry, right through the sermon and the singing and the prayer. and i am led out. never to return again.

21:11 - 30 May, 2002

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