I'm sitting here. Converse, conversation, and school work mostly done. What I can accomplish for now. Contemplating why I want some of the things I do. Maybe it is because I have never had them or the feelings that go with them.
Feeling kicked while I'm down over and over. But instead of succumbing I get up, rub in the dirt and keep going on this journey.
Next week marks a one year milestone. I will be here, where one of many goodbyes happened. Sitting that morning doing my work. Contemplating goodbye or see you later and if promises made will be held?
Funny how a conversation in a tiny parking lot in my tiny town has held such a grip on my soul. My gypsy soul is searching for peace. It travels from longing to pain to joy.
Will you be here? Will you see me?? Does anyone see me??
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