Cement Girl

Yesterday I sat in the upstairs room, covering a pinata with tissue paper, listening to Bob Dylan, and letting my mind wander. The free assocation went like this:

Bob Dylan-The 60s-Johnny Cash-Vietnam War-Watergate-Mom´s 8mm film of DC-Mom and Dad-Mexico-Korea-summer-tattoos-older brother-Oregon-nieces-skype-new macbook-lots of money-adulthood-growing up-my childhood... and so forth.

And then I started to cry.

standing on the edge of me i´m standing on the edge of me. standing on the edge of me, standing on the edge. standing on the edge of everything i´ve never been before and now i´m standing on the edge of me, standing on the edge... i´m on fire.