Sep 19, 2011 22:49
I can hear my cousin playing baseball up the street. I have a room that is quiet with my desk and a bed that is entirely devoted to reading and mail. and silence. There are still some bones rattling behind softly closed storage doors, but I feel like I'm getting back to where I want to be. Like I'm walking in the right direction--- away.
There are goals to be made and followed. in a timely manner.