I'm somewhere warm
I realized today I can't lift my right arm over my head.
I ignore it, ignore the sounds the car makes the stiffness in my body the sky turning from light to dark to light again
I paused at the rest stop where Wolf saved me.
I stood in front of Schrodinger's old home.
I drove to the ocean and turned around and headed back East
I can't live like this this this isnt life either.
why am i even doing this