i should have slept, but i didn't.
a book about life.
the slow and steady pace of life.
the endless search for oneself.
she ended at peace with it all.
it made me ask questions.
deep, probing ones.
i feel like i'm missing something.
something i lost.
something i forgot about.
something i was supposed to do.
something i was supposed to be.
i went for a walk.
i pass little girls in their swimsuits.
i pass men working on cars.
i pass a woman on a blanket.
she's playing with her baby.
he's cute. chubby. dimpled. cooing.
and there it is.
i look away.
i walk faster.
there are roses to look at.
everyone seems to have roses.
i seem to be a master at self-distraction.
but i'm not.