luggage

Suitcases stacked one upon another. Each one filled with odds and ends, miscellaneous items representing a life span that ran a course of three years.  An assortment of conversations, tossed words, gossips and betrayals.  Some hastily thrown in while some are carefully folded and placed.  The suitcases, unlike others, are not dusty or cobwebby.  I move them often.  I bring …

pom-poms

Struggling with anxiety and sometimes agoraphobia can make for a lonely world.  It is obviously isolating in a self-constructed way, but unlike what many people might think, it isn’t self-constructed by choice.  Deciding to do things all on my own is something I rarely do.  Especially if I know I am going into a situation that is completely foreign and …