for a minute there, i lost myself
Wednesday, January 29th, 2014 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
erikaI can't explain why I do some of the things I do. The emotions are powerful, and twisted, and bittersweet—nearly all of them.
On a bad day, I lay down with my dogs until they fall asleep and start dreaming. When their legs kick and they bark, still asleep, still dreaming of chasing rabbits or whatever a dog dreams about (chasing a rabbit made of bacon?)——I feel a tiny spring of renewal.
On a bad day, I lay down with my dogs until they fall asleep and start dreaming. When their legs kick and they bark, still asleep, still dreaming of chasing rabbits or whatever a dog dreams about (chasing a rabbit made of bacon?)——I feel a tiny spring of renewal.
