this morning #488.

this morning, it was not night after night on the foldout cot that made their back taut. it was the thought of relaxing their restrictions on the places they could live in. they could try to keep fighting for a life in a city clearly intent on destroying them or they could opt for a change of scenery. any change of scenery. something simpler. urban. rural. north. south. east. west. someplace overseas. at this point, as long as it was easier to simply survive, they’d take it. all it would take was a shift in attitude, a call home & a plea for assistance. their resistance to giving up on their dream had worn down. now it had worn off & it was time to grab hold of the reins. first they had to get off the horse.