a small list of things i cannot be any longer.
it feels good to be home again. its always bare feet against something here: grass, tile, hardwood floors, the texture is less important, the strength is what matters. i spent a full year of my life forgetting your face, and it only took me one hour to fall back in love with it. i spent twenty one years surrounded by these walls, this same air, these same neighbors. i've spent every day since that freezing friday swearing you must have changed. i was wrong then, and i still am.
news flash, i'm done looking back.
oh and i graduate sunday.