sometimes it's better to sing yourself to sleep
One step at a time.
I went out for a run tonight. Raced the rainclouds home and I beat ’em. I meant to go out with a friend but I thought it would be better to spend more time in solitude. I think I made a wise choice.
I finally found the charger for my camera battery. I’ve been looking for it for a couple of years now. I’m looking forward to start shooting again.
Redbone was playing in the background on repeat. It was one of the rare songs we could agree on. I’m not exactly sure what had came over me but I was crying the hardest I had ever in my life. I couldn’t stop myself. He kept holding onto me as long as it took. My tears and mucus made the shirt sopping wet on his chest. I kept crying and he kept reminding me that it wasn’t worth it.
I felt so small in his arms, smaller than I remember. Maybe I was feeling especially vulnerable but the more likely scenario was that climbing had really changed his body. All this time, maybe all I really needed was to be held.