observations.

I left the window open in my loft nearly the summer long. It didn’t serve me in any way beyond portaling some of the cool air in at night, the few nights it was cool.

and I looked at you today and felt your frustration in a way that no one who is alone should have to feel. at the very least, I knew this time it had nothing to do with me.

this is the only way I know I am changing with the misty Oregon season: I think two thoughts instead of one and they contradict each other.

and I think that if I told a therapist this story, she would say I’m managing it well, but I hope she would be able to see past my face and know how violently I long for life beyond management.