in the bones

My body aches. Like the growing pains I used to get when I was small, only they remained long after I finished growing. It is in the bones of my uppper arms, just before the shoulder. The forearms, toward the wrist. Lower legs under the knees.

Today on my way home I felt like crying. There were no reasons.

I am afraid today, and sad. Sad for the Pope, for Peter Jennings, for life that has passed too quickly, for things not turning out as expected.

I am uncomfortable. Sometimes things feel messy.

I look forward to wearing my new shoes, getting my hair done, going out on a second date, non-school related reading and writing, ballet, and painting classes.

I hope that good things happen.