There's never enough words to describe life.
My legs hurt from crossing and uncrossing them.
My bony body is disturbing my sleep. My head is light; my eyes are blurred.
I'm waiting for my friend to come over, so we can smoke a blunt. At 1:45 in the morning.
I am already high. I couldn't wait. So I smoked a bowl.
I am actually doing alright.
Work was ok.
I'm reading again.
I am reaching out to my mom.
We talked all weekend and visited my grandma.
I needed that, I needed to connect. I heard old stories that make me grateful for the present.
I am searching for another job, but I won't quit this one until something is set and sure.
There's so much to do. All the time. The list never ends.
One day at a time. One moment.