Lost
I don’t know that I ever had it, but I’ve certainly lost it. Whatever it was. Independence…out the window. Self-Worth…still hanging on by the tips of my fingernails. Drive…comes and goes. Dreams…a thing of the past. I hate this one, but ‘Hope’…running down the road faster than dreams. I am not sure how much more my life could have been turned upside down, all around, tossed in a blender and set to frappe… it couldn’t have been more eventful. At all. Two years later and I am still in total and complete awe of what’s happened. I had always always told Trey that I had better go first, I can’t deal with being alone. Being an ass he would always say nope. He was gonna go first, just to force me to learn to be on my own. It’s not something we often talked about. We did when we found Mepkin, again after the shock of Mary Ann’s funeral. And usually after fun...
