Ten.Nine Hundred & Forty-Six
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If I keep this trend up I won’t be able to get up at my regular time.
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Shadow play. Light play. Everything feels familiar yet also not.
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Gratitude for the slow start to the day. Space.
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We eat the last few pieces of the fried chicken with Crystals. I have coffee and water.
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I will miss this house. It so quickly became a home.
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Where is everyone? Was it something to do with whatever it was that happened the night before? Is it a result of logistics.
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Murmurings
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I have to stop telling myself that I’m not ready to go home.
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This is going to be a thing.
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I let the tears fall into the corners of my mouth, dab my face with my scarf, make sure to keep drinking water, allow myself to just listen and be present.
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I continue to sit with it.
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She did say it wouldn’t be wrapped up in a bowtie. Incomplete and yet, also it is.
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Oysters. Abita Amber. Hot pink drinks. Laughter. Laughter. We all needed laughter.
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I tell him to just get me in the morning. People are running behind and this feels important. It feels important to stay.
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This was the way to end it-with release. With movement. With joy.
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“You don’t live here.”
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Why is your coat on? It’s actually already time for you to leave?
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Good-byes. No. Not good-byes. See-you-laters.