it's been days, each time i turn the doorknob i say, "something good will happen to me today."
a flood of Lost Angeles raining down my cheek and i accept every judgement.
"you do not have to be strong all of the time," these are the kinds of words that make a person feel dedicated, all year i have hurt, ached, repented-- among all of the adjectives given to me, none have tasted as gently & i feel refreshed.