i know how you feel, bear.

im a stitch away from making it and a scar away from falling apart

its strange to be out here, living in this place. i closed my eyes the other day and imagined i was back at my old home, lying in my old bed. i heard the wind blowing through the cedars and felt the heat of the summer outside pressing against the wooden frame, trying to warm the coolness that the shade provided. the stillness was immense there, seeming to even muffle the sound of the birds twittering.

that was every day last summer.