Time to change. Erase the sad. My shit’s bad. This ends at last. I’ve lost my ability to see an outcome that I believe, even though I’ll get these momentary peeks into feeling connected, then, I’m the same. At home alone with no one coming, no one caring.

Each day the sun’s rays are shorter, night so much longer. It’s happening again. I fear the impulse to run and hide. I hate when I’m not strong enough and fight with goodbye.