dragging
a life to change
a box to open
my life from L.A. is neatly in my boxes.
to undo the transported boxes = commitment.
the box remains unopened
because I AM CLOSED TO CHANGE.
just like my son
I am stagnant in the middle
between two zip codes
and committed to intransience.
Learning languages in half sentences
speaking in mixed tongues
not revealing my destiny
just being me on a Netflix night
with no social obligation.
and remembering fond friendships
without buying postage stamps
without sealing the deal.
Passion and zest come and go
Sometimes I prefer to be the stranger.
jdh
This blog is about my struggles and redemption. There are tales of interpersonal conflict with men who I have dated. I would like to elevate the blog to healing and redemption, tools I have learned in my 12 step meeting.
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