.Can you see the sky turn red?.

Today is moving day if all goes according to plan.
I have about two boxes left to pack; dishes and art supplies are all that's left.

There isn't any evidence that a happy love once existed here, it's been covered over with shit memorys from the past two weeks.

We slept in the same bed last night and I don't think I slept for a second. He kept tossing which in turn would suggest that I turn and toss, which I did. I'd look over and he'd have his hand draped over my side, but like he was being slapped he'd pull away almost instantly and move as far over as possible.

There's nothing left to say, I doubt he or I wants to hear it.

I had to force him to hug me goodbye this morning.

I don't want to move. I just want my old life back.