Remembering

On October 3, 2004, a girl with a broken heart boarded a plane in London, en route to Los Angeles after three weeks in the Middle East and nearly two years of unsettled traveling. She was on her way home, but "home" was a word that had long since ceased to mean anything except a deep, unfillable ache inside her chest, where she thought her heart must be, what was left of it. She tried not to cry, but when she saw news footage of Mt St Helens shaking and trembling and giving in to too much pressure after years of sleeping, she did.

But only a little, so no one would see.

The next day, the homeless girl with the broken heart started writing again, and this--the frogg files--is what she wrote.

Happy birthday, frogg files.