day one hundred.twenty.nine

must i get out of bed. it is so comforting. my laptop. my music. my memories. everything makes me cry. a facebook message. a card stuck in the door. my fridge stocked with food i will probably never touch. the sweater i wore all night in the hospital. i don't even want to wash away the tape residue from the iv...a weird comforting reminder of my son. a thought to cling hard to. how many tears are too much?