M.

Last night, I remember telling you that I was a train wreck.

There were tears, and inside I wanted to let them loose with no answer. It hurt not to.

“That one” stepped in and handled it.

You picked up the articles I brought with me and gave to you and told me something good. I can’t remember what you said. That made me feel like not such a mess.

I wish I could remember what you said.

I feel like a train wreck again and can’t find my center.

I’m going to hold on to the feeling that it was something good.

Thank you!

Trail