February 21, 2017|
Fort funston today. Again I cried when driving. I knew it. I knew it would feel better. It's like being in a mental prison. An unlocked room. And I'm just locked in there by my very own thoughts. What I learned. Not who I am. I may go outside. I may stay in car and read. I just needed to be near life so I could feel my own life. As not die in the tomb of my mind.