It's all going away...empty mind. Tomorrow evening we're having a goodbye get together at my favorits 85 year old bar in the italian district. We will sit in the back corner booth for 9 hours. I invited over 60 people.
I try to make myself cry so I won't cry tomorrow and cause a scene. When I see friends get teary eyed I just look away lately...it makes me hyper for some childish reason to watch their eyes redden. I just giggle becasue that's the way I cope: avoidance.
The best I've got so far is that the far sides of my eyes hold a small tear, otherwise from the eyes down, I am numb.
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Between the old and new is a journey. Don't forget the journey.
thank you. it's been a beautiful journey so far I must say!
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