Night two and I don't even have a couch anymore. Trying to have no regrets, but can easily come across one: I should have brought my bed. The heat is unbearable.
As I lay on the floor, I count how my present life has measured up. Seven boxes, four pillows, a teddy bear, and clothes left on the hanger that are too hot for this climate. Oh yeah, and a smile that only fades when I allow myself to overthink.
I'm wishing I had a blanket to detangle right about now. Anything to get my mind off of everything I think I might have left behind. Knowing everything worth having I carried with me or will be waiting for me when I get back.
Debating if anyone will be waiting for me when I get back? Scared to end a lie to myself, if no one is. But now I understand, nothings missing.
Deciding to make myself happy, just might make me happy, it's worked so far in the fact that I haven't lost a moment. Even if my moment was just to waste time, it's been my time to waste, and my moment to smile on now. * I think I'll sleep with that.
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