Exhaustion
It's funny I'm so exhausted. I'm angry too. The undermining nature of the male form is frustrating. I am exhausted. I find myself wondering why I'm doing all this when I feel unsupported. STOP. BREATHE. He's there shiny eyes..knowing glance...pride, gratitude and understanding. He will be home with me soon. Laying in my arms as I arise at dawn to dig once again in the earth. BREATHE. SMILE. I remeber why I'm doing this. The future. Fear fills me as I watched cracked land with no sign of a seedling..WHY DIDN"T YOU HOOK UP THE FUCKIN" PUMP YOU ASSHOLE...the end.