Eureka
I spend every day hoping someone in my community dies so that I can finish my 10-funeral-observation before I go back to school in August.
I spend every day hoping someone in my community dies so that I can finish my 10-funeral-observation before I go back to school in August.
This morning, on my bedroom floor, lay a dying firefly, its light blinking on and off, still signaling for a mate.
The disease stole her health, her friends, her family, her money, but the sunrise was still beautiful.
I keep telling myself 'the phone is going to ring', but after two months, I can't seem to believe myself anymore when it comes to job interviews.
I fell in love with a German tourist on a bus and although I don't remember his name and know I'll never see him again, I always hope he remember me too.
I finally admitted to myself that I liked him, but now I am scared that it will never work out.
Walking away, it became clear that what was 30 minutes to me was for him an end to years of a most crushing hatred.
I was lost into a world of abuse, sex, and alcoholism at the ripe old age of three and it went downhill from there until my first day of sobriety some 20 years ago.