Sometimes I know exactly what I want to write about, sometimes not. Today was the latter. However, when I woke up and was reminded of my Facebook memories, I knew what I would share with you today. It has been thirteen years since my mom died… Continue reading
There is a pain so utter that it swallows substance up
Then covers the abyss with trance—
So memory can step around—across—upon it
As one within a swoon goes safely where an open-eye would drop him—
—Bone by bone
~Emily Dickinson
To experience pain, one knows they are alive…I either came up with that or read it somewhere. Continue reading