DAY 226

Sometimes its as if every day is the same battle. I want for a letting go. In the moments when I am weakest I desperately wonder. A sunflower sits facing me. Humming plays behind me. My mother and I argued over chimeric today. A funny notion in retrospect. Darling lulls across my tongue languorously. I miss our ramble to the north west last fall. I also miss cigarettes. I watched Singles again recently. It made me miss the 90's I only knew peripherally. I miss you most because I will see you tomorrow. Tonight I am reading of a future routine. It all makes sense again. I love you.