A picture of a split moon from September last year. Let the catching up begin.

I can’t find the time
I can’t do it all
My life is split
Two storage units
Work and girlfriend’s
With my car as my house
And some how
I have to care for all 5
Plus my dogs
Plus myself
All this
Without any foundation
Any sense of stability
All while fighting my fears
And oh so much paranoia
And I can’t understand how
How in any way is this possible
How can I care for myself or anything
When all I feel is the water
Flooding my lungs