Needles

My father’s funeral service was held on November 1st, 2009.

Here is what I have:

-A mother with all sorts of nightmares and an addled sense of direction. Here begins the return to business, and the return to life. He was her teammate. She wasn’t close to anyone else, outside of out unit.

-A mountain of schoolwork. I’ve been behind on papers for a while now, in the time leading up to finality. College is paper-intensive. My dorm room feels like a cell, now, when my roommate isn’t in. It’s quiet, and the CD player doesn’t work. I constantly look for ways out, running around campus with twitching hands.

-The desire for needles and ink. My friends here are the strongest support network I’ve ever had. Most every time I feel alone, there’s someone coming to spend time with me, to the best of their ability.

I’m going to the Virtue & Vice for the first time today. I plan on getting a nose ring. Beverly’s getting pierced with me.

For now, I’m taking shelter in the unit. I pray that it’s enough.