We went back to the old farmhouse this morning to get some things. It is an emotional place for me, I felt so much there, wrote so much, was so frightened and lonely there. A lot of it comes back when I go there, it was so full and seems to empty.

I got a hollow feeling, in the center of my chest, a sense of emptiness and change, and I just let it roll over me and do what it wished, take its own path.