i been trying to fashion some sort of handle on this situation. it's okay. i'm flexible. inhale exhale. let go let go let go. i'm still me. i'm probably more myself than i was before? ? when i was reduced to skin and bones and fetus and blind optimism i had no choice but to survive and bring Max in this world with every fiber of my being. to be honest... it was easy. because it was all i had to do.
remission? i wanna be in you.
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