Hurts More Than Anything
Today, I cried in class. We were watching a video on Akhmatova, which I have previously seen twice already. It was during the scene of her funeral when my tears began to form. At the end of it, they had rolled down my face leaving the salt behind to sting my cheeks.
I was not crying for her, however, I was crying for Kurt.
On my birthday, I found out Kurt had died just a few days before. I did not feel affected, until today.
It'll be a long day.
I was not crying for her, however, I was crying for Kurt.
On my birthday, I found out Kurt had died just a few days before. I did not feel affected, until today.
It'll be a long day.