I wish I hadn’t to be honest with you. I wish I could have carried on relating to my family, ignorant of the problems of this world.

I miss believing in ghosts. I miss the comfort I got praying as I walked through a dark room. I miss the live music at church a few times a week, the big tent revivals, believing I was seeing actual miracles when faith healers called someone up.

I miss that short window in life when the only things that I knew related directly to me and my community.

I don’t miss any of it enough to actually, honestly go back even if I could, but damn.

I’m just worked up because a stray cat got hit by a car. There’s something wrong with me, I swear haha. Sorry for this.