Life - Restless Bridges
I'm restless. Knew that all day. Packing life into boxes, trinkets
here, trinkets there. Pages of text, carefully sorted away, tucked away
and archived. Things I'll never look at again until the next time I
move. It's an existence where I can get through an entire day without
speaking a word sometimes, left to my own devices, in the solitude of my
own mind.
