“Insanity, delirium, torn, tattered.
Dad’s back on the ventilator.
Flu baby – no daycare for working mommy this week.
Lexus sat on a nail. Again?
Knock knock …Jeep in the shop …yes, again.
Gremlin Mommy – poor Serg.”
It’s my favorite word spew as of late. Completely forgotten but definitely mental. I remember exactly how I felt at the time and full sentences were no longer available. I was one of those teddy bears with the limbs hanging by a thread and ears with chunks chewed out of them. “Uncle” was my status on Facebook for a few days. I meant it as a plea not a dare – knowing full well that shit could actually get much worse if it wanted to.
Luckily it didn’t. In the same batch of notes and just a week later, I found these photos. Inspired by a sliver moon and a beautiful night in the park, gratitude blew in with the warm air.
