As I sit and, thinkI try not to blinkTears well up insideNever to be criedWaiting, wonderingMemories skippingSticking, spinning roundA film without soundI turn, spin, twist, twirl,I trip, fall, unfurlStand, stagger, crumbleUnbalanced stumbleCollapse, givi...
So now we circle around back to the beginning of Part 1 where we find Jen in her room packing. All her clothes fit nicely in the duffle bag, a small hard sided suitcase also purchased from a yard sale would hold her breakables and toiletries. Her backpack...