Time, playing upon the strings.
It’s my birthday.
I am sort of emerging from the dense cave of sorrow that the last decade wrought in my life — by degrees.
I wrote to get my old license back — I’d have to do it all over again — but? I could.
There are some jobs around and I researched other states too.
It’s one of those realistic birthdays this year. Still waiting to hear back — nothing yet.
This seems like the perfect poem for today:
There is not
A single soul among the trees
Don’t know where I’ve gone.
(»Dónde sin quién«)
He is one of my favorite poets of all time.
Anyway, put on a happy face or try to, today. It’s not though. I miss my brother.
I miss my mother, too. I miss childhood. I miss my father.
I miss the jobs I had where I felt important.
I miss having a ton of fun.
(this is not totally woe is me because I just laughed but, it could be a lot better than it is).