Wednesday, March 28, 2012
A Helium Balloon
My tears are so close to the surface, waiting for any excuse to break through. Today I went to work and did my job. I helped my students while having no real connection to being there. I have no grounding. No connection. I feel like a helium balloon, floating, tethered by a string. I don't belong there. I don't want to be there--and I can tell that people notice. It's not a bad experience. I'd just rather not. After work today I got another massage. The touch is a good excuse to for my tears to flow.