counting. connection.

counting. there's a comfort in it. (my reason behind it, i know). and yet, i know how it can hurt me. i know the path it's leading me towards.
i grasp for a connection.
anything.
for now it's back to my lists. endless lists. and the familiarity that arises with each bullet point.

one thing to cross off one of my numerous lists... table and chairs. (although they still reside in missouri).