things from the forest die here...

exhausted. learning how to live another life. everyday is different. the old routines don't exist anymore, or at least not how i have become accustomed to. but, i'm learning again, what it means to wake up alone, a cold space beside you. i'm teaching myself to appreciate drinking coffee alone in the morning, nobody to keep my feet warm. everyday is different. some days are harder than others and the pillow never seems to stay dry. i suppose we put ourselves through these types of things, subconsciously or not, in order to grow stronger, become wiser, remind ourselves what it is to feel...even when it is pain.