The last few days have been a struggle

The other night I dreamt of the tide closing onto my island. The only thing that I had in mind was to get to you. There was something that I had to cross off my list. And as the tide came inches closer to my toes, the sky thundered in agony, and the wind blew so strong that I hadn't felt the tears spilling out of me. I stood alone and broken, looking at that classic city skyline.

My iPod played songs of the past as I sorted out my closet remembering each thread attached to some distant memory. I used to think of it powerful, but Sunday made me realize that I'll have a hard time to adjustments.

Mexican food now plays a role in marking a shame. It's hard to tell people truths that you don't even want to know about. Especially when you know that they had faith in that one subject.

These next few weeks will be the last of the four year bus route.

Stress and disappointment mixed together can catch me off guard. My heart stopped, my face turned red, my voice cracked, and I felt the water works. I was embarrassed.