With each day

With each day, my resistance against the cold strengthens.

It's 16 degrees today and I left home without a coat.

With each day, I know my limits better.

I voice out, and simply stop trying to achieve the impossible. It's simply unrealistic. I'm not wonder woman.

With each day, I know you better.

Last night, you were an asshole. And I wasn't afraid to tell you that.

With each day, I think about home more.

In particular, the laughter of my mum. And I realise mum is indeed mostly right.

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