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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Postcard to Alice #90811

Here it is, not much to say but just getting by.

Getting by and being alone. There's so much here. I have lost words to say things to you. I know you would understand.

I will write, I hope I won't for a long time.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Postcard to Alice #90211

I remembered telling you I want to write about better days. But better days are days when I can no longer write.

I don't know how things will be or how things have changed, if they really have. But all I could tell you is that I walk the streets with smiles. I see buildings like peaceful giants waving by.

I no longer look at people's expressions, I hardly notice them anymore.

When I walk I feel my feet are lighter and my steps are with rhythm. I enjoyed reading and drinking alcohol and finding peace as I do this.

It's wonderful, however long it may last.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Postcard to Alice #90111

I have fixed things, perhaps one of the most important things. My Dad.

All of the things that went wrong with all of the boys in my life was a result of my anger for my Dad.

Now that has changed I feel relieved. Much better and hopeful.