Like a little helpless child who’s waiting alone, for being called into the principles office because you’ve done something wrong. That feeling, that feeling of waiting with terror not knowing what’s going to happen once you go in. That feeling. That’s what I’m feeling, while sitting in this cab en route home. Except I haven’t been called home. I’m about to barge into the place I’m least wanted. Recharging myself with every step.
May 12, 2016
She Was Sea 