- > 2008-06-18

My foot is fine and life is living on.

My mother is attempting to be civil with me. It's almost laughable, she'll run into my basement unexpectedly with peanut soup at four in the afternoon, and act as if she isn't perturbed to find me half naked and with a fully nude boy asleep on my couch.
And then she will wash the dishes in my sink and tell me stories of people she happened in to at the grocery store, laughing to me with wrinkled eyes and isn't life just strange, Sharon?

I guess she's alright.
I mean, four years of no communication. We've had our time to think, and act.
If I base my future on my past, won't I just be running in circles? All I really want is to have enough.
Isn't that what it's about anyway?

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