docwebster | Objects in the rear view mirror

A year ago this morning I was sitting in the living room on Azalea waiting for the city to arrive to throw us out. I keep remembering everything that happened, how it all felt. I was so damn tired, so numb. I hadn't slept, for obvious reasons, and I kept having this weird sensation all day long that I was operating my body by remote control, not actually physically present. I remember feeling so cut off because I wasn't going to be able to connect with you people for days on end and that was making it far, far worse.

There's so much I want to say right now but I don't have words to fit to what I'm wanting to express. I'm just having a really, really hard time of it right now.