I visit and revisit the kitchen, dining, and living rooms, searching for him in all of his favorite spots, and they are all vacant, because he’s never coming back to them.Read More The Cruel and Untimely Demise of Bruster Yarbrough
It’s like telling a wall, I really wish you could just love me a little, and watching it as it doesn’t blink, doesn’t speak, doesn’t budge. And you know, in your heart, it’s a wall — it will never love me at all, because it can’t.Read More “Just keep asking questions.”
I meandered down the street.. noticing the girls, noticing the boys; noticing them noticing each other and wondering who and what I was, exactly. I discovered that I was content with the answers “human; alive.”Read More Remember me?
I did it. I did it again today. I always know that I shouldn’t.. that it won’t help anything; that it will only bring to life old feelings, tear open old wounds and ruin my mood for the day, or the next few days, or the week. But I couldn’t help myself. I googled […]Read More When People Just Disappear