I'm back here again.

On now: I was comfortable with her on meth. She felt like Mom.

This piece was written as a stream-of-consciousness emotion dump. I needed to get whatever was in me out onto the page so I could figure out what I thought about it. So I could figure out how I felt about it. So I could breathe. This kind of writing is not always pretty, but it’s always true to the moment. To the feeling of the now.