08:33 in office….
13:19, home and so loving the love I feel being out of that devilish office. AND, the realization I had about an hour ago, getting out of the shower and knowing I don’t have to hear certain voices, EVER-AGAIN.
I have love now, and am so grateful – HER. This girl, this smile that sees me and make me feel…
Finished a poem and now my mind is wandering and I fucking deserve this time. Not worrying about a call-back, honestly. The principle emphasis is MY happiness.
MY, fucking Mental Health.
Not in the kitchen anymore, but at this desk waiting for my girl to walk through the door. She has me in a mind wanting to do and be and feel better.
Recover from that fucking combustive past… and not just poke the leviathan but get into a ring with IT.
Getting away from such thoughts, this writer returns to the peace I feel now, which was a firefight internally to attain, to be honest. I’m feeling strong and unconcerned, free more than days past or any dreamt.
My sweet Nurse, on her way. May take a walk around the Green. Taking yet another break from “work”. Why, again, because I don’t fucking care.