Soon
I’m going to need to go to the store soon,
By myself.
My soaps are getting low.
I’m going to need to buy different laundry detergent, mine is too expensive and doesn’t do the job.
My shampoo doesn’t trust me.
My moisturizer is making me break out.
My toothbrush is wearing down.
My favorite pair of pants is disintegrating.
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I’m holding on to them as long as I can because I love them and feel like I need them.
Does that hurt them?
I know they are going to leave me, and still I prevent the inevitable.
I always make them something new, fix them.
But each time they lose a little.
Is it torture? Or is it just how it is?
I think I’m nurturing them, but I don’t know how they feel.
Why don’t they tell me how they feel.
Will I spend forever trying to fix things that don’t want to be fixed?
