October 13th, 2019

a sad day. the tears are still very clear in my memories, though it’s been so long. I remember walking in the rain through the sleepy Sunday morning, Durham was as misty as me. words didn’t really make a difference - and at least I can tell myself I tried to use them. had things unfolded differently, perhaps my time in that world might have been different. perhaps the sadness was key to me seeking refuge in the family I’d found in the dusty hotel I still miss. I can’t regret trying, but I still wonder why things went the way they did. I think about it all less as time passes, but I doubt I’ll ever forget how it felt at the time. I hope Durham’s happier now. <<