on empty

I’ve been freakishly caught up in myself lately, and now, still freakishly caught up in myself, I feel remorseful and empty. I want to go home, hug my mom, visit Sue next door, and spend the night with my grandma. I want to walk Mollie and have a conversation with Mr. Hail, sitting in a lawn chair just inside of his garage. We’ll talk about his daughter and son, his grandkids and garden, and he’ll laugh at and delight in Mollie, sniffing under his truck. I want to forget about me and lose myself in someone else’s life for awhile. I want to sit and listen as someone pours out her life to me. I want to help someone other than myself.