Monday, July 7, 2014

Just a Journal Entry

It does feel better to just have the date past, which makes no sense at all- she is still gone today.  Yet there it is- the slight relaxing of the shoulders, the subconscious unclenching of the jaw.  I showered today, washing away a layer of despair along with everything else.  I left the house without prodding, and I am here, at the coffeeshop, at my regular table, creating something.  I am leaving something behind in the place where so much is missing.
 It feels good.

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