not sleeping anymore

afternoon nap

“what’s your goal…” she says to me smiling- or I think she is smiling, but I can’t be sure without my glasses.
“what do you mean?”
“You have to think about this. What’s your goal? How do you want to feel?” She’s empathetic, though I can’t see it in her face.
And I’m thinking…that right there really is the question.
My thoughts take on the shape and sound of a wonder year’s voice over.
“I don’t want to be someone else’s disappointment.”
I wasn’t sure it would come out that way, but once it had, I realized it was true.
I don’t want to be someone else’s disappointment

posted by d @ 9:12 PM