Sunday
I am sitting in my room, PJ’s on, putting away clothes. Listening to the radio. Life is normal.
Sundays are always the day of relaxing. Because Saturdays and Mondays and Tuesdays and the rest of the week are filled with a whole lot of nonsense. Peacefulness is never over-rated.
The radio cracks as I fiddle with the tiny antenna. Such a tiny thing can do so much. Big things come in small packages.
Like life. Like small gifts which mean a lot. I still have a drawing my little brother made for me at a meet when he was 2. Me with a gigantic trophy and a huge happy smile on my face. I wish I was like that girl in the picture. She seems so far away. Could that really be me? Happy 24/7, confident, proud. I feel like one of those stupid little birds who see and opening to a house, and tries to go rushing in, but hits a window. And they keep trying. Even though there is absolutely no hope and it hurts just a little more every time.
That’s me.
Everything is complicated.
lovelovelove
-T-
