|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
My mother is in town and we are supposed to go and visit my younger brother's grave today. Fuck. I don't want to because I don't care, but there I'm going to be.
I just want to distance myself from all of that. I'm so living on the surface right now--or I'm not and I resent having to do so.