mintcar

Things are a little different these days. Maybe a lot. I am seeing things from a greater scale again ... and it scares me less because I have felt a part of it. I cry more, but I also am trying to understand what matters to me at a greater depth. I am sick of being jaded, even though it's something you don't discard over night, I want to do it the way I like. There isn't a lot of pain (I wonder if I'm lucky, or if it was those three situps I did), but there is back aching and I can't really rub my belly because it's a little tender. My movements are slow, but not turtle-like. There is more to say, but I want to leave it at thank you ... it's still hard for me to grasp why, but thank you for being there. There is an empty that I should and can fill by myself, but you make me believe I can do it. I was lonely, but you came.