22. I like words.
i feel like i have been held captive by guilt. overwhelmingly so. death is so weird. i had wished for years to have him disappear, to be wiped from my memory, and to never talk to…
Not that you can forget you have a father. I often times forget mine is around. Partly because I have no clue where he is, and the other part accepts that the part…
I can’t decide if I’m hit with them.
Or trying to swallow through bites of grit.
My mouth is full, my jaws ache.
I swear to God I heard your voice.