12 January 2011

what it looks like

The night before: tears, muscles that were too weak to work, bones that softened to a jelly, sobs that sucked the air out of my lungs. I needed help standing up again.

The morning after a night like this, I look like I've been in a fight. Puffy eyes, dark circles, lines that age me.

Underneath all that, I'm still in there somewhere.