there are weeks when you wake up
and it’s someone else’s day.
the wound opens again,
spitting and snarling.
it becomes hard to trust yourself. 87 more words
It was one of those mornings today, it was hard to get out of bed, there was problems with the car that I had booked for the day, the little girls at the coffee place was slow as usual and I was just lost in general. 96 more words