I were lying in Sam's bed at Oxy again, with the window open and the California sun beating on my outstretched arm. The air smelled so different that I knew I was far away from all of the bad people and that I was safe.
That I didn’t constantly struggle with my need to share everything.
That I ate better and had the energy to make myself eat better.
That I was capable of motivating myself about those things I consider the minutiae of life.
That I was capable of giving myself criticism and praise in equal doses.
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So, perhaps you should be in California, dear girl. Or perhaps you should find the California in you.
Rather like Jani cultivating her "inner Barcelona."
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