(TRIGGER WARNING: this is a vulnerable , emotional, and quickly written entry with fleeting thoughts. my heart goes out to anyone who has come face to face with their worst inner parts, heartbreak, pain, or anything negative that doesnt sit right with your soul. Things do get better with time. You are valid.)

Faded white socks and old wrinkled t-shirts stuff in plastic trash bags.
Four sets of wheels that'd go every 3 miles before it overheated.
"But just be grateful for shelter."
My thoughts running higher than the speed that I'm going.
"But just be grateful for movement."
Bouncing back and forth between toxic environments with nowhere to call home....