ACDF...

Today was another day of class at the jail. Not too many people showed up, but we had a really good discussion. Here are a few of the ramblings I collected on my paper as we were writing:

Sometimes I don't think you died, that you're alive just else where. Living your life as I live mine, haunted under the surface. I wish I knew the answers to all the questions I have about you. But, I know those aren't the answers I need: the answers I need only I am able to answer. How do I learn to love and forgive myself? I forgive others for inperfections so why do I expect- demand- perfection from myself? Is it that hard to love the dreamer in me, to accept me as I am?

you can't promise not to hurt me... neither of us can... because we will... sooner or later... all we are able to promise is to be honest... to ourselves and each other...

sometimes it feels... I feel like I get caught in your eyes... and I feel like I'm drowning... like I'm safe... and I'm able to breathe... again... they draw me in... and the rest of the world recedes... and that scares me... probably more than I would like to admit...