NIGHTSWIMMING

....the dream about....Valentine cards?....


I sat on the stairs feeling like a fool. I look back to the day that I actually sat exactly at the same spot contemplating whether or not I should give Mom the letter I wrote. It struck me that I felt exactly the same way back then as I did now. Burnt-out, giving up, weary, stupid.

Confused.

I sat there for another 5 minutes before dragging myself upstairs, almost like tracing back my steps from 12 years ago.

I waited in my room. Mom never showed up to talk about the letter.

This time, I picked up my phone.

And you were there, ever accepting, never judgmental.

Thank you, for always being there for me. Lending your ears, even at 2 in the morning.

break