Since the weekend marathon of the birthday celebration it feels as if everything has become weighed down. House hunting. Illnesses. Stuffy noses. Late night terrors. Restless sleep. Spring cleaning and chores and home maintenance and keeping up appearances I suppose. Not stressful, not fun, but just there. I don’t have much to say. Our story continues on its plot and I react.
Secrets. Two hundred short stories woven together in secrets and the burden we create so we appear perfect, flawless.