I dare not say them though at this moment I feel raked through and utterly hollowed out by them. As if they are real.
The things I need. They are simple, really, but elusive. This is not life, necessarily, but this is my life.
I called my sometime therapist who moved one state away, thinking to take the bus out to see her tonight, but she is out of the office on a project this week.
So I sit in my house alone this morning, the tears coming down, almost a surprise.