That I was afraid of spiders. Or something conquerable. (Is this a word?) Instead, I'm petrified of death, dying young, and losing my loved ones to it. ... and I will be, until I actually die. I can't just step on death like I can step on spiders. What a freaky phobia.
...Happy Fourth.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This is a favorite paragraph I've ever read of yours.
ReplyDelete(and I'm sorry if I am overcommenting tonight, but I am taking a personal, Kyla-night and reading all the stuff I've missed out on google reader lately and a lot of that happens to be m'sarah's blog.
:-)