If there was ever a time to be a little down it would be now. Four deaths. FOUR deaths in SIX weeks. For the most part I am doing better than I should be but at the same time I am indeed sad. I went Salsa dancing for the first time and found out that…
Breathing. Breathing. Breathing. I can see that I am breathing. I know that I am alive. I breathe in this cold air and my heart is filled. Filled with dispair. I look around to see nothing of my own. I have wandered so far from home. I find myself so alone. I feel around in…
On Friday, November 22, 1985 I was born. It was just six days until the Thanksgiving holiday. I stayed in the hospital five days. Much has happened since then. 24 years ago today I was brought home from the hospital! Today I woke up and pulled myself down the stairs. I opened the fridge until…
