Let me know if you ever find a safe place, cause I want to move there. And grow roses. And sit out on the porch and watch the sunset without ever being interrupted except by neighbors who want to borrow a cup of sugar.
I mean, it's a fantasy. It's not safe here either.
That's what being here means. You can't do anything that's not here. There may be people all over who really need you, who you've had to leave behind. And maybe there's no one here who needs you. Or you can't figure out how But you've still gotta be here.
So all you can do is here stuff. It's hard. It's really hard.