Does anybody here remember...Veralynn?

Getting the image

2004-07-30 - 8:50 a.m.

There are tendrils snaking themselves out inside me. Not branches, but more soft, pliable stems, floating, speaking, touching, reaching. It's time to expose them to the light of day, name them, accept them, and then rip them from their roots like pulling up the dandelions when the rains have softened the ground. It's time they go on without me and leave me a smoother freedom.