Wednesday, March 10, 2004
behind that corner closet are what i called the untouchable things.
crumbs. left-overs.
temptuously hideous.
i can sneak a peek through the narrow space between the sliding doors, but i can barely see anything.
the doors creek once in awhile. an almost forgotten label patched near the edge: caution: unproper, unwise and untimely use might results in agony
i refuse to slide the doors wide open.
until i'm ready.
and perhaps, it is okay to stay with denials a little longer.
until i'm ready.