thehonourable

It's a funny thing except not so very funny at all. I still look around and think not home yet just a little bit longer 'til we're home god I miss it and it's easy enough to become undone, to feel wet at my very edges. There's a difference between choosing and doing. We didn't choose. (I didn't choose.) But I can't bring it up, not now, not ever, because I am needed to be strong and capable and a thousand things I never am. Even now while I feel like crying. Because I know what it's like when everything changes. -- sit desk tears chair turn cry fall sleep breathe eat sleep breathe eat sleep breathe cry eat (no