when anything that's anything becomes nothing, that's everything
who can know what to say here. i just worry that all these things i'd like to say (who knows what they even are) are going to stay stuck in my throat til it's too late. and then i'll hate myself for being afraid to use my voice.
who can know? i need to go visit before his body gives out entirely and my chance is gone. is that selfish? i mean the man's dying and all i can think about is what i want. though, that's not even true.
instead of getting rid of one more source of stress, i feel like i've added one more break to my broken heart.
oh, if ever a body suffered...
who can know? i need to go visit before his body gives out entirely and my chance is gone. is that selfish? i mean the man's dying and all i can think about is what i want. though, that's not even true.
instead of getting rid of one more source of stress, i feel like i've added one more break to my broken heart.
oh, if ever a body suffered...