I find myself talking too much and over sharing. I take the news well. What is this angel trying to signal to me? Am I supposed to be here? Have I stayed on too long? I don’t dwell on the loss but I cannot deny the impact. Which I try to block with ramen I am not supposed to have.
Next morning, I rise and remind myself. Do not dwell for more than a day. Face feels rough from not washing the night before
Dry and uncomfortable.
I wait for the water to get hot before washing yesterday away.