"My vision is finally removed from the moving confines of a windshield window. I'm home again and the weeks away were uncharted and dazed.I've been desperate to get a pencil to paper, to begin telling stories, to reach people's eyes, but instead I've been studying your hands and eyebrows and zoning out in your gentle radiation and the television.I wanted to see familiar trees while away, but I was instead sleeping under four quilts and bleeding purple from between my legs."
