It’s a new season, and while I’ve been here, I don’t really feel as if I’ve really been here.
Meaning: my words have escaped me as of late,
even in my journal, they have.
The reality is that things have gotten really complicated
life has gotten really complicated.
As a child all you ever want is to grow up and become an adult.
Well, this adult is wishing I could go back to being a carefree child, just for a day.
Life has been a mess of fitful sleeps and tears in the dark closet,
deep breaths once the house has quieted and disappointing ventures.
It’s a new season and I’m really just trying to make it through.
Bear with me.