Going back to work tomorrow. I hope that I don’t slip and fall, back in to old habits. Bad ones.
Something I wrote for the daily challenge. It's a short one.
Some may say that with time things get better, but that is a lie. With times things only get worse but you learn how to lie to yourself.
Slipping on the edge
Am I able to stand up
Or will I fall down?
Is it that obvious I'm not fluent?
how many of our footprints will remain? // a metaphor of time and snow.