blank february
the opaque sun provided no warmth and huddled together on the roof were pigeons trying to brace winter together. this is the last of it, i hope. i'm still cradling a memory of susan and the heart is a feast of losses. how will it be reconciled? it's raining agian. why does my life suddenly feel like one long teenage angst poem?
my father, the ex-mortician, is accostumed to death, and tells me it's part of life. he didn't know her or he wouldn't say that. she went too early and i don't want to hear about fate and timing and all that bullshit. she went too early.
canceled my trip to italy today and almost started crying. ah, fuck me.
my father, the ex-mortician, is accostumed to death, and tells me it's part of life. he didn't know her or he wouldn't say that. she went too early and i don't want to hear about fate and timing and all that bullshit. she went too early.
canceled my trip to italy today and almost started crying. ah, fuck me.