Around and around the block I walk, looking in people’s windows. Their TV shows. Their lasagnas pulled out of the oven. I want something more than this. That thought is like a pebble tossed inside a lake, sinking down into darkness. It’s better to forget the things you want but don’t have. The happiest people are the ones who want what they already have. This ache, this ache inside of me, I don’t know how to get rid of it.
