I woke up this morning almost ready to face the day. For some reason, everything seems harder and more sentimental on this grey Calgary morning, where I feel most alone. There are a few things keeping me afloat: the package receipt pinned to my bulletin board from yesterday, the pictures on my wall, the coffee I just drank. The rest of my fate rests on my shoulders today, dependent on whether or not I can leave the house. Part of me wants to collapse on my bed and sob for a while.
Sleep doesn't come easily anymore. I don't know what I'm worrying about or why I can't stop tossing and turning. It's all on me now.
And my heart is fit to burst.
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