Time and Tiem

When I’m not trying to be the best optician in the world I am here.

Usually when I get to write a blog I’m alone and surrounded in quiet. Now I’m listening to the TV in the background, my mother yawn, and I feel my own yawn start to form in the back of my throat.

Like, who really goes to spell the word “time” and spells “tiem” instead?

That’s where I’ve been.

I found myself crying in the bathroom stall at your friendly Folsom Walmart earlier today with the only gratitude inside of me being that I was alone in there.

I am in love.

Say more–no.

I will start and end there.

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