for a moment, the sound of blood pounding through my veins is louder than a train sucking air through a tunnel. i remind myself frequently, get up and refill your water glass. if it's not empty, i must drain it.

i remember a life lived, i remember kindness and fascination, i remember fear and misunderstanding. i feel for a body rotting before anyone is ready. sometimes, people are ready. often times, people are not.

i remind myself to come home, as often as i can.

06 May 2018 21:59