journal 96, 1.18.23
all the times I rolled trash down the driveway, I always checked to see if I am first. to let go of possessions that I deem unfit to continue on in life with me.
sometimes the can holds my meals, that I couldn't bear to eat. I don't know if feel hungry much anymore. sometimes it holds my sins, my vices, my binges. my unhealthy lifestyle rolling down the driveway. first in the neighborhood. I feel all to ready to let go, who knows what would need to go next. a sad man's parade down the driveway.
