Ever Have a Day Like This One?
Hormones. The doc said they were fine, all within parameters. But that knowledge doesn't help when you're sitting in the car, and the sun is too bright outside, and there's something running around under your skin like a mouse, eating you from the inside out, and you can't point to it, you can't catch it, and you can't help the tears and the fears, and the only thing that pulls you back together is seeing a long black car from the twenties go driving by the other direction. You close your eyes after that, and hang on to the image, turning it around and around, like it's a brand new word made solid in your hands. And the words means, 'steady now.' And the words means, 'hang on.' And the word means...
I think it means, 'hope.'
Ga. This is why I don't post everyday.