this won't be my life for long.

its hard to look at your home and say goodbye. its hard to understand it won't be there. its hard to look at your dog, and your desk, and the sheets of your bed and realize they don't need you. the spaces of carpet you haven't seen for years, walls bare, and card board boxes. and suddenly I want nothing more than to keep it. to keep it in me.
because maybe Im not me without it.
and that scares me.

after maybe forty forced and uncomfortable shots, of what had began as an organic moment, my mom, defeated, shot these last three. and I love them. even the scowly one. I could bear-hug her in happiness, but I wont.

'miscommunication leads to fear and hesitation
and it wont leave me alone,
but in my tree Im living free as any child, would I be.'
-priscilla ahn