I saw a friend today and chatted with her. Her humor and playfulness is to uplift her from her deep sorrow, pain, and depression. She has looked the best she’s looked on the surface. Look deeper into her eyes and it’s grey brown sorrow. It is easy to miss. She hides it well. She is doing the right things to get onto her feet.
I saw John come in with a friend. She sounded exactly like another female
friend. It’s the same being speaking,
same dramas played in two different bodies, disgruntle, fearful, too good for
anything, too proud, too poor inside, too confused, too destructive and
poisonous.
Saw Wren tonight too.
She looked so frail and fatigued, barely holding it together. At the end of the lecture she looked full and
the sparkle in her eyes returned.
