being home. i felt less alone when i was a thousand miles away.
the neighbors have been banging around and yelling. the job is depressing and makes me feel completely trivial. it's raining and the commute is ridiculous. as always, it was an uninvited memory that triggered the tears.
i had to pull over to catch my breath and cope with reality.
it's easier with distractions... when i'm so busy that i don't know if i'm coming or going.
when it's still and everything is stark, that's when i remember.
i want to slip off my shoes at the door and feel that warmth again. it seems like such a simple comfort, that hug...
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