i worry about my capabilities, as a friend, as a lover, as a listener and mother and caretaker, as a fighter and a mediator, a coffee slinger and chainsmoker, as a voracious devourer of art and literature, as a person, as a human being, as a piece of the puzzle, as a mouth breather, bottom feeder, space creature.
i worry that
i am not good enough.
don't worry too much, though. it might wrinkle your pretty face.
ReplyDelete:-P thanks dear.
ReplyDelete(and not to sound odd, but you said on teresa's blog that you knew me...who are you, exactly?)