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When he buried my mother, with me still in the hospital, he buried a part of himself – the part that told jokes, that smiled, that hugged.
She remembers the blood blood on the tiles and blood blooming in the water, and screaming for her father.
I want my relationships to have substance, be tangible.
I want her to be who she used to be.
As my friend and I spoke of other things, I silently checked in with my feelings, letting thoughts pass in and out of my head: "There's the house wh…
"Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
The goal isn't to get to all of them--but yay for you, if you do!
At one point when I was lost in the music, in my past, I was playing air guitar, utterly unconcerned that there were 34,999 people around me.
You interruptwith confrontations of your ownthe same words, lips, sounds...