4:42 a.m.

The wind outside my window sounds like waves crashing into rocks. Like an angry ocean the intensity ebbs and flows from a soft tap on the side of my windows to damn near shaking the apartment. Lone cars zooming down the street remind me that nope, not on a boat. Simply in a windy corridor….

I didn’t sign up for this…

Sometimes I think Man, I did NOT sign up for this. I did not pen my name On this crazy ass contract. For the 4am wake ups. For the monthly bouts of pain. For the hurling of painful events In q u i c k succession. I did NOT sign up for this. I didn’t…