Stop and write about “we’re crazy for staying here” if you wish. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]]. ---- Every single day when I leave the house, I think that [[a ray of sunshine in the dark|life won’t always be like this]]. Life will not always be like this. I leave my bunk bed and go downstairs Life will not always be like this. I leave for different reasons, but the same variety. Life will not always be like this. I leave the white house on the Milwaukee River. Life will always be like this. I leave and say goodbye to my parents or text them good morning. Life will not always be like this. I leave the house of four that is actually now three. Life will not always be like this. I Leaving the house, always having to work and achieve. Life will not always be like this. I leave in a gray old car that is as old as me. Life will not always be like this. I leave and always return to my parents. Life will not always be like this. I leave as a teen who has a whole life ahead of me. Life will not always be like this. One day I will move out and not be living with my parents, in other words, ‘leaving’. I know the reason I will be leaving. I can imagine the day, and predict the emotions. But I cannot say I already know the feeling. I wonder and sometimes worry what my life will look like. But then I remember. Life will not always be like this. – Dulce Bowen