Today I thought of stuffed animals, plush toys, I used to have boys as young, were well done, when I was a kid, so all together, like me, I remember, I was eighteen, she pressed against me, they hug, a day he came into my imaginary world, and remained for years, some that I have addressed for years, some by my mother for my birthday and Christmas, all colors, dark eyes China, on my Panda Bear.
For me it came from a secret worldwithout the pain of growing up or even the birth, and suddenly they were there in the attic bedroom when I wanted to visit her. Waiting for my shoes and the top of the chimney in sight for me to return, and I never questioned, I grew up with them. In the dream I pulled into the sky. I never planned my adult life, I was sure she had passed, they were always around to advise me empty, but reasonable. I knew they were full, stuffed hearts and sewn over his eyes, without speaking. Iremained silent in the night with them, hoarding my bed, and she had dignity, no rituals, no one ever asked me for mistakes.
During the night, seemed to sleep in her teddy bear little beauty, I looked as if asleep, I go as needed, so that's because I grew up in this last year I was a small hole in my heart, you may place a deaf I left it like that, I could never say the words I wanted to say, I heard when he said, could be something, but theOf course you are never left each word to me except the fact that they bear in my world a little 'better for me, and I keep thinking of those who stitched together, she knew.
No: 2417 07/23/2008
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