Sometimes it’s almost as if I forget I have a consciousness.
Sometimes it’s really easy to forget I am a person. I am an entity.
Sometimes everything is so plain.
Figuring out I’m in denial about being in denial is a huge step in the right direction.
But I don’t want things to be like this. I’m so stuck. Two beautiful lions and two faces inside of the same person. They don’t sit equal distance to me, not a one.
Blurry, blurry. You’re like frosted glass. From time to time, your station’s static fizzles into recognition. Your image shoots out and it’s all I can see. I close my eyes and you’re on so loud a hundred memories shred through me. But my head’s screaming to just think of something else. Think of something else and everything will be just fine.
That word aches.
My mother’s voice on the phone ached. Hannah being there for my father’s conversation. He’s not there much, huh?
Work sucked, too. The Eddies were over when I got home, so the night was not lost, and Hannah’s always a wonder.
I’m so excited about her Easter basket.