This was written when I was trying to deal with having been homeless. Echos still linger, though I am no longer take medication for depression. The worst is that still, almost ten years later, life is still divided into chunks of time and the rest doesn't really exist until you get to it.


Any day, 5:45am

Drifting in sleep and dream, nestled in a bed of pillows and warm with blankets, everything is wonderful. Music plays in...