I feel like a watched pot of not-boiling water.
The concern of friends and family is nice, I wouldn't trade it for anything, but I already feel like I am failing in some ways.
And it is nothing they are doing or saying.. it is all me and my head.
I keep staring at my belly, at you, as if you are going to do something, as if if I look at you hard enough I will be able to see, and thus avoid, all the dangers facing you.
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