It happened very suddenly and out of the blue.
I've tried to pick that me back up
a few times since,
though the effort, like water falling into water,
as soon as it begins,
because I know he's dead now
and I am so thankful for that.
native american / woman from india.. her face reflected in the coffee table, but only the reflection, not anyone really there, but it was real. saw…
Let's go to sleep, under the gladly weight of blankets in the warm, dark fuzz. "Do you hear the soft blow of trees outside? I'm imagining I'm a leaf;…
Oh....... shit....... the hook of God's fishing rod has got me! And he's reeling me in..... faster now......... okay then... :)