I’m home with a couple bucks and some clothes and my camera has been my best friend.
I am pretty.
I am intelligent.
My shiny hair catches the sun when I’m outside.
My skin glows.
There is nothing wrong with me.
It’s dead quiet in the office. Just what I need. I’ve been given the period off from teaching because the students are doing a reading activity. This week has been overwhelming, to say the least. I brought my happy-go-lucky, ecstatically happy attitude with me from South Africa and it stuck, for the first week or two.
Physical space. Ruining everything from the hopes I had, to the dreams I now hold. You are not gone. Your faint presence beckons and looms, teasing me. Nearly everyday. If this obstacle, this giant hole in the ground, the cloud of darkness in front of me would disappear.
Start with aligning the reds followed by green.” No, red and green don’t look good together, stupid.” Alternate colours. Put them in a straight line. Symmetry. Symmetry.
Sally sings the songs and Sunny sings, too. I could have dreams and be young enough to believe them. “It’s easy” they said. “One step at a time” they said. “One step at a time” I thought. Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.