G sometimes tires of people in general. I know this because she'll yell at them from within the car, even if the windows are closed and there isn't any way they could possibly hear the reasons they are bad and why they should will themselves out of existance. I'm not talking suicide, just *poof* you're there one moment, you're gone the next. Unfortunately it frequently sounds more like she is yelling at me even though I am sitting quietly and tired from a long week. It is no wonder I had a dream last night that we had decided to move to a house in the forest, not another person or house in sight. Deer came to greet us at the windows. I could see the benefits but even in my dream I knew I would miss our old house, and even some sense of being part of a community in some way. Mostly I was lamenting that the "new" house was actually in need of a lot of work and investment. Ceilings coated with wallpaper that disintegrated at the touch. Plaster help up by tape. I knew it had to be a dream though because the smell was of mold and old people. G would never have accepted those smells. And yet perhaps it was not a dream about moving at all.
Perhaps it was just us, getting older. Stiffer and less patient with a touch of grey.
That was all I had to say
And it's all right
I will get by
I will survive
We will get by
We will survive
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