Whatever I look at it does not seem right; I guess it’s impossible to make a home of something that just doesn’t sit with you.
I guess it’s also impossible to make a home of something when you don’t feel at home in yourself.
Then there are other things I hear that travels through my body. Things still left on the to-do list.
We both know what it’s about but I don’t want to make the decision so I listen to everyone else except myself – which in many ways is the greatest betrayal between the two of us.