4
Jun
Has been cloudy and windy and cold all day. In June. Smokey would have loved it. Normally I would have too.
When you tell yourself that you can move forward.
And you can make a life better. But you are not quite ready.
And you stay busy. And active. And try not to be sad.
But then you remember your best friend is gone.
And another best friend lied to your face. More than once. But oh well – oops. And now cannot even confront you. Does not even care enough to deal with it. OK…
So what does that mean for next week. Next month. Next year. No clue really.
My brain is so tired.
