Litter

I can't wrap my brain around how 2 people can just exist under one roof. Why would you want to? How does that happen, and what is the solution? What once was soft, warm, and pliable is now cold and rigid and looks like litter on a busy highway. Your mind tends to want to go into that alternate universe where everything is rainbows and roses, but you can't live there...unfortunately. As the sun sets this evening, so does my heavy heart...back to emotionless auto-pilot working it's way toward bed time just to begin another day.