I stumbled across this again tonight. It was a brick in the pavement I’d already walked over, but this time it was jutting up a bit higher, catching my toe on my downhill skitter pulling me up by the collar and whispering…
…”remember who you were”…
So I continued walking on the diagonal and just kept saying “Tomorrow is another day” even as the fear and the sorrow kept getting larger and larger and I wished for a second that it would just
Because it would be so fucking easy to fall back into the “were” instead of dealing with the “here”.
But the “here” is all I have.
And tomorrow is another day.