Thursdays were great to look forward to because you came home. I felt at home for the first time because you made this wandering soul feel like it had a place to rest finally. I feel so far from that now.
I’m back to meandering, not having the slightest idea of what I should be doing, who I am or what a future even means. I feel that I’ve taken almost a month of greif, and the 2nd month to be in a blizzard of white sound that’s blocking all clarity, all reason and all vision.
My friend wants me to create an identity piece for his art show. It’s small, but I’m really happy to be a part of something. I was really unsure what to do about this because for me my identity isn’t really there.
I think a blizzard makes more sense.