And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to.
Write every day. Write every day.
It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask.
Where’s the damn bus?
It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me in early. At least I get off earlier.
It’s been 3 days since I last saw My Love and though I usually miss him anyways, it’s as if the feeling came around a lot harder this time of year.
And maybe will again next year.
At least until we get through what feels like the impossible right now.
I think the map lied to me. This bus is not coming.
I spent my night and the beginning of my day looking for a gift to ease the soul in times of hardship.
I ended up finding some things but I know in this case, nothing can mend what’s been broken..
Only the needle and thread weaved by it’s creator; mending itself to whole again.
It’s an early Wednesday and this bus is definitely not showing up.
I’ll continue to sit in this cold because there’s nothing more I can actually do.
I’m thinking of My Love, his family, his father, and of course you.
Enjoy your day.
-Natalia
