I'm trying to decide what to do while sitting at the dining room table with wet hair, and no sound except passing cars, and the birds chirping outside.
I need to go to the store but I have no idea what I need because my mind is empty.
The only thing I can think about is whether or not I want to change my life today.
Not just my life.
I might sit here until my hair dries going back and forth, probably writing a thousand poems about the same thing.
It just feels like it's time, but, it won't for him.