When we are broken and lost, the world gets very small. The road turns narrow, as we nurse wounds, chew on betrayal and regret and stagnate in tiny rooms. A good 25 years ago, I found myself in a drawn-out breakup. I don’t think I did more than work and eat, as we navigated in silence around the apartment and took turns walking the dog. It was more than puppy love, and could have been something real but we both knew it was leading nowhere now. She had quit her job, and was just getting stoned and painting watercolor flowers in the corners of the books on the shelf all day long. One odd Thursday, I packed the few things I owned into a handful of milk crates and left a note on them - that I would be back to get them in a few weeks.
the secret in every tree
the secret in every tree
the secret in every tree
When we are broken and lost, the world gets very small. The road turns narrow, as we nurse wounds, chew on betrayal and regret and stagnate in tiny rooms. A good 25 years ago, I found myself in a drawn-out breakup. I don’t think I did more than work and eat, as we navigated in silence around the apartment and took turns walking the dog. It was more than puppy love, and could have been something real but we both knew it was leading nowhere now. She had quit her job, and was just getting stoned and painting watercolor flowers in the corners of the books on the shelf all day long. One odd Thursday, I packed the few things I owned into a handful of milk crates and left a note on them - that I would be back to get them in a few weeks.