
I find myself looking out the window a lot and wondering..
What’s next?
What’s in store for me?
I feel like a cup that’s half full
I stare at the ceiling while listening to murder mystery podcasts
Shedding random tears over things out of my control
How did I let things slip away?
Why didn’t I pay more attention?
How could I be so selfish?
I pride myself on being a good listener, but do I really listen?
The world is changing and so am I
I’m standing at a precipice
Should I jump?
Back away?
Continue to look over the edge wondering?
I’m learning to be okay with myself
I’m a work in progress

Things feel so foreign
Going to bed alone and waking up the same
I miss you so much
Your eyes looks so large in the morning
Your voice raspy
I miss your hugs and how you’d say “Good morning”
We’d spent the last 4 years living with each other
Now we meet sometimes
Today was the first day I didn’t see you
We barely talked
It’s for the best, right?
We’re getting ourselves together
I miss knowing where you were going and when
I miss seeing you almost constantly
I want you to flourish even if it’s without me
I wasn’t the best partner
I should have been better

Being alone scares me shitless
Maybe it’s what I need?
Questions
Questions
No answers
Waking up to silence with 1/2 of the bed cold during winter is not what I’d envisioned
Neither was finding solace in stray cats in different cities
I love that
It’s funny how they know cat people
I wonder if there’s a smell we give off?
Like a cat loving pheromone?
Wait
I was talking about being alone
I long for the time I love myself enough
When my tears don’t splash across the keys of my work laptop
When I make plans with myself and look forward to them
But right now
I’ll just cry until I reach that point
Talking to co-workers while pantless is oddly alluring

I love zoom meetings and virtual classrooms!
How often does one hear that?
That was a bit odd and needs repeating
I love zoom meetings and virtual classrooms!
I’m interacting with hundreds of people, but we can’t see each other
Our setups vary greatly —
I imagine some are outside on a deck, enjoying mimosas, barefoot
Some are at the local cafe or library
Some are sitting on the toilet
— but we are all engaged in the same activity
Cogs in a ceaseless machine
I’m literally baking apples right now
Their cinnamony, salty aroma waft into my nose making my mouth water
I also happen to be pantless
There’s something about being pantless; at times commando, while discussing work with co-workers that makes me smile mischievously and is the biggest fuck you to the man.