So long between words I am weary and parched, where do the days go?, where has my youth gone?
I sit broken finding this chapter almost too hard to bear.
Christina’s Crafts didn’t work out, packing dreams and broken promises into boxes and pricing them like they are worthless.
That this is the end; but most of all
There I have said it, hidden behind being brave, but now uncovered, I’m just small, insignificant and scared.
How will I pay the mortgage? How will I buy a new car? How will I live without that extra trickle, that something else to do?
I know it will be filled with something special, its just hard to let go and I just wanted to say so!