Nothing feels quite like it. There is something in it so simple yet so overwhelming to me. The warmth of it makes me want to cry. It disarms me entirely, makes me feel not as a child, but as an infant in loving, trusted arms. All that even comes close anymore is the way my … Continue reading Neck
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Just Raving
No matter what I write, it’s garbage. I read it, and it hurts. I have so much to say, but the words won’t come. All I can spit out is this meaningless drivel. My mind feels rotted by shallow conversation and brain dead functioning alone in a dingy house far removed from the ones I … Continue reading Just Raving
