Inside they were playing 500 Miles from the Pretenders . I remembered the movie Benny and June where the song came from and for some reason I felt joy
Seems so stupid , right a movie I loved brings me joy . I realized at that moment how sad I was , how numb I am . I’m not myself right now , as I stand here for coffee no one can tell . I’m invisible but on this paper I’m transparent as hell .
I’m like a broken dove who hit the ground . I know I’ll be ok . But I been dragged through the mud I’m processing I’m getting my feet out .
It’s cold , it’s hard , it’s the shock that I got here in this hole . It’s funny how much pain one person can take and yet hide it with a simple smile , yet they don’t know I cry when I’m alone .
This is not who I am . These moments don’t define me , nor will they harden me for I know it was not my doing .
It’s almost like being in the hospital , you know your not feeling well , but it will get better and in time you will be home .
This is where I’m at . Forcing myself out of the quick sand . Writing is my therapy
I’m sitting here on my day off , listening to Zack Hemsey imagining how I could change the world . If I could I would heal everyone so everyone would love .
Last night an old friend text me . I dated him when Austin was a little baby so like 17 years ago . A professional soccer player . We were young . He text me to see how I was . Then he asked if I would drive 2 hours to see him after work ?
Yeah ok . Let me drive 2 hours so you can use me ? No thanks . Why can’t people care about you with out an agenda .
Does love always have an agenda too ?
I’m not a hopeless romantic I promise .
I’m a realist . But why are people so selfish ?
Now I’m rambling I have many things to do today . Thanks for listening .
Cheers to healing .
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