Yeah I am a shopping cart old homeless woman. Some how today it made me so sad. I am going through it now. What to keep. What is dead weight.
Today it seems less sad. I wrote that before I went to mental health hospital. I use the stolen ladder as chair. People always trying to steal it from me. C’est la vie. Sad to you? Sad to me? Maybe but somehow…someway I am coming up through the trenches to solid ground
When I do ….I will remember the good and the bad in people and write from there!
Peace out!
The Eclectic Writer 