To most everybody it's just another day. Same as ever. But for me it's one of the worst days of my life. Just this morning I was taking school children to the bus stop. And where am I now?? In a big old beast of an airplane. Taking me away from the place I want to be.
This is all wrong. I feel like I've stolen someone else's life. It shouldn't be me. I shouldn't have to leave. It hasn't hit yet. I'll be home and my dreams will be back here. It can't be real! No! Don't let this happen!! Let me go back! Stooooooop!
The wheels of this beast hum against the pavement. And six months are taking their leave. Flying out the unopened window. Gone
Written Wednesday, October 23, 2019 the day I left home to go home
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