I like to live like I'm driving. Fast and wondering what's around the next turn. Most find fast too complicated. But for me it's when life goes slow that I becomes disoriented. I'm so use to things going one way that trying another can be unbearable. I'm staring out a wet car window at what my life has become and it's in red neon glaring back at me for having hampered my life by an entire year. I am not fine with that. I'm cold, my body aches, and I never have time to figure things out.
Are you proud mom and dad? You proud that you forgot to finish teaching your child?
Just continue to ignore the pain I'm in or the wetness under my eyes dripping like this rain on my window.
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