tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35466386.post6973601417097340852..comments2023-07-11T06:11:24.988-07:00Comments on Horseflesh Productions: All is Well Within the HouseAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11848979275790832019noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35466386.post-75790654291662688152008-08-28T06:44:00.000-07:002008-08-28T06:44:00.000-07:00This post has been rankling my mind for days. I f...This post has been rankling my mind for days. I feel like I know what you are talking about, but I know that you often use this writing style to tell the truth, but to obscure it at the same time in order to keep your soul from being exposed overmuch. And I realize I may just be projecting my feelings onto a piece of writing that is open to interpretation.<br><br>I miss you. I woke up much too early to a dream about you leaving. I've been waking up ridiculously early lately anyway. I miss knowing that you are near. I miss driving down Thomas and saying to myself, "That's where Camilla lives." Now I feel a small sadness on the same route when I have to tell myself, "That's where Camilla was and now it is just a house."<br><br>I think part of what's been needling me, and has for years, is the wonder of what would have happened if our paths had not diverged when they did. It could have been beautiful or it might have been a tragedy, but I think it would have been something of remark either way. <br><br>The past is in memory and everyone only knows half of me at best. I think you might have understood how I came to be, but I would have had to be there or you would have had to be here and neither was the case. And now you are gone.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14532021839719433294noreply@blogger.com