Today I'm leaving Ridgeway road, last few days have been an emptying of rooms and packing of boxes. There is a sad kind of sound an empty room makes, yet there's also a fullness of possibility within the naked shell. I feel sick and can't eat breakfast, at the bus stop I just felt numb and awkward. Remaining silent for fear of not being believed. "I'll miss you immeasurably" sounds exaggerated, but it's true I have no device to measure my emotions, where to begin as a starting point. You say I'll miss you too-and I'm able to believe that is true. Maybe now I have a place to start.
TRUST.
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