Possessions, imaginary
February 21st, 2009
I just ate too many white peppermint candies. Ugh.
Homesick, I decide, is like being in love with someone. A good love, you know you can’t lose it. Maybe turn it into a warm spot to carry around.
I find myself missing people I don’t even know (yet). Love I don’t own. And don’t have the right to carry with me. (But I do.)
Today I needed distractions from distractions. So ended up reading finnish blogs, or blogs from Finland. They have winter, I have spring.