October 2010
5 posts
Grief is a motherfucker.
The answer is always love. Duh.
Without is the one place I’ve never been. I hate it here.
Symbols Crashing
When life is at it’s darkest, we lift our faces to the heavens for answers.
I was out back, shielded from the respect payers by my mother’s closest friends. Why. Why? WHY! With my hands clasped on top of my head I looked up in the sky over my house and I saw ducks flying tight in their formation. A moment later one duck strayed to the left while the rest of the group held...