this morning #364.

this morning, some sad song sold him on the idea that it was time to move on. at this point, he would rather go blind than continue to see the woman he loved walk away but first he had to have a vision for where he would go. at the moment, it was largely about where he wasn’t. he wasn’t out burying his anxiety at the bar. he wasn’t home in front of his computer getting his thoughts out onto the page either. mostly, he was sitting alone in the yard in a kiddie pool he’d bought on a lark last spring when his now-ex was feeling blue. his tears could’ve filled it. that wasn’t saying much though, as it was only big enough for one person. the pool purchase was just one of many miscalculations.