Further On Down The Road.
Well I'm packed again. I think the cat gets it. There is boxes all over our house. We ate off a Tupperware lid today. Now we don't feel so good. This is the last night here. We have to keep the same bed, unfortunately. But its a bed. I feel exhausted, like the night of long stressful things to remember. Its insane how much work it is to put stuff in boxes so you can put it in a truck and move it to some other location. I still have to do all sorts of clerical-esque things like the cable and the heat or power. Rrrr. Too many things to worry about. But you know what, when we sat and had mediocre soup on the bare floor of the empty living room, I felt okay. At home. I hope we can stay for a while. Wish me luck tomorrow, with all your hearts. Its going to be a cold day.
Her breath carved a path through the morning air. No matter how many layers she wore she felt as though it bit her bones. 'Get moving' she says to herself 'Don't stop'. Everything feels far away, a strain. But when she crawls under the covers she can feel herself again. She can feel that part of herself that was missing. There is time for courage. There is time for progress.
Her breath carved a path through the morning air. No matter how many layers she wore she felt as though it bit her bones. 'Get moving' she says to herself 'Don't stop'. Everything feels far away, a strain. But when she crawls under the covers she can feel herself again. She can feel that part of herself that was missing. There is time for courage. There is time for progress.