dear grief,
I’m not sad,
this paralysis is the most interesting thing,
a wetness,
a muse.
I apologise to myself more times than I care to remember,
every day,
the aches won’t fade,
but that’s how I find God.
W.E.
dear grief,
I’m not sad,
this paralysis is the most interesting thing,
a wetness,
a muse.
I apologise to myself more times than I care to remember,
every day,
the aches won’t fade,
but that’s how I find God.
W.E.