You seemed so real to me.

I moved back to Tennessee. 

Life's been busy. I'm struggling to keep up.

I'm not sure where I'm at but it certainly isn't the same place I've been comfortably sitting in for the last eight years. This is some mystery land where everything is questioned and compromises are unbalanced. 

I felt safe too soon. But you can't be mad at the dog for pissing on a tree, can you? It wouldn't be fair. 

I'm sitting on the porch swing, my toes are frozen, but I can't bring myself to go to bed. They should invent a robot who will sit and talk with you till you feel more peaceful. This hurts like hell and praying just isn't cutting it.