The day rolls by like clouds in the sky. Sitting on the deck I watch small waves sparkle in the distance; I’m mesmerized. Swallows whip through the air, Blue Herons call from the reeds, a Kingfisher scans the canal for lunch. I breathe fresh air thinking of the life I’ll go back to. Cars and yelling and dog shit covering the streets, I miss it.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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