it feels weird

to live in a house that isn't mine, you know like all my stuff is here

and that's it

that's just it, if none of this was mine, would it matter? Does the inherent value, the relationship I feel towards my possessions disappear on the word of the law?

what do you feel?

resurfacing...

the bubbling up of all my fears, my good health left behind by the roadside

my identity an exploration of itself, the struggle in each moment not of my troubles

but of this new alien feeling in my bones