My tongue turns to dust.
I have a mere five days until I leave for the Philippines. All I feel right now is my scuffed up knee. I fell into a ditch as I was trying to get to the side of the road. I probably shouldn’t be walking around at night in unlit areas. I’ve been walking a lot lately. I’ve been talking a lot lately. I think it’s funny when I hear myself giving advice. What do I know? I know what I’ve been through, but it seems to pale in comparison to the lives I hear about. I guess I know what it is like to not have to be angry or constantly hurt. It’s nice to be there for someone.