[screen legend anthony quinn's undershirt]I finally feel like my life is pulling itself back together.
My limbs outstreched, laying in the middle of a busy street (Wyandotte and Oullette anyone?) screaming "what else can I possibly take?" And a semi-truck comes barrelling.
But it doesn't hit.
And it hasn't hit for a record two weeks. I pull my limbs towards my torso, fetal position and whisper "victory is mine."
I'm remembering who I am again.
My apartment is back to its former glory. And I feel like I'm finally moving forward...one step at a time.
