trying to put away a few things in my room and picked up a wall calendar i was using earlier this year when I was home in San Diego. In between my fingers and sandwiched within my thoughts are all that has happened this year. Made of square boxes and sequential digits are the numbers of my days. In them, is the time amongst friends, the desperation of wanting things to pass, and the absolute desire to hold on to every minute.
I can't believe November is almost over. Yet again, another year...
This one was tough, painful, full, and still hopeful of more to come.
Breathless
5 years ago
