WHACK-SMACK! Reality’s back. The voice again distant, I twist my hair into a stiff bun, pick up my broom, sweeping lines of longing under the rug…

Epiphany: Kelley, you don’t need passion to love, but you do need love in life.

I’ve lived alone on the border of Arizona and Mexico, Phoenix, Flagstaff, Denver and Littleton, Colorado, and many towns in Indiana. I do alone well. I used to go to bars and concerts alone, restaurants and museums. I used to roll my wheelchair up mountains to take pictures, sail and rock climb to get high.

High is my current state of being, struggling to get by, OCD with animals constantly shedding, pain aching, pricking, and stabbing day in day out.

I don’t yell or shout, I never fight (despite the nitpicking comments thrown out).

Silently (except in my head), I just keep cleaning up, dying to feel young, supple again, not an old wrinkly wench.

Dreams save my life, as a distraction from all my strife.