h o w

The bells were driving me crazy, then the loud bike that comes every night, so. fucking. late. But I looked outside and got a little breeze from the sky, it was a sign of how everything may work. Everything may work.

The four pots were part of it too, the leaves moved in happiness, and though I haven't discovered that secret yet, I'm finding things. We may never know how this will go on, when you are back home, I miss you, but I am ok, maybe too ok. And still, that doesn't take any of the love away, and that's exactly what I have to learn.

Wish me luck on this insane road.