NOVEMBER 11, 2009.
Early in the morning.
He grabbed my hand. We ran outside, and sat in front of the builder's yard. He wanted to watch the bulldozer in action. We remained still for the next twenty minutes, looking at life going on under our noses. It was like going to a movie, but cheaper. His innocence put a smile on my face.
Sometimes, I wish life could wait for me to grow up. My innocence was to believe -well, more hope than believe- that nothing would have changed for the next months. But too many things have already changed. And I bet I'm not done dealing with change.

I'm having trouble sleeping. You’re jumping in my bed. Twisting in my head.