Mom didn't ask me to go to church with her. I feel bad. Maybe that was her tactic, but nevertheless, it worked. I feel guilty. Home: two tubs filled with steaming water. Core purity. Yes it was suicidal. I killed my thoughts and allowed calm to seep in. I listened to the rise and fall of my heart.
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WHAT
how about your fantistic easter cleaning binge?!?!
it was wonderful to see you bba
so refreshing to listen to you
and relieving to witness where you're going
we miss you a lot
haha I hope I can.
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