“…long long time”

 

From an old Journal I kept. Thursday, January 29, 2009

I’m no longer homeless, and I now have all the documents I need to get all the documents I need. Life on Kafka world. Hot shampoo a warm bed, and Chinese take out. But I’m changed. I’m another person. I’ve seen things, and had to do things that I thought would never enter into my life. 

It’s like what soldiers feel when they come home from war. No one can imagine what you lived, and you haven’t words to tell them. I’m experiencing emotions with no names. 

I told a friend I need to lock my door, and not come out for a long, long time.