3 years ago. February 1, 2022 at 5:28 PM
It was too late. She had done the damage before she got well. And so did I.
I cried because the coaster worked well ha
under threat of death do we live, it’s a gift
to stay open when I feel hurt? When I was left alone to (burn alive) to suffer and suffer until I choose differently. Then to feel the racking sobs mine alone and see the beauty. I didn’t know - it’s so mysterious. Unplug my head and let it float away I want to live in my heart I want to come into my body. Sometimes it takes me. I don’t have to find it it comes. It is okay. What I am hurt by I have done.
I am that
I loved fables as a child. I liked this one in particular. I will ask my daddy if he will read to me:)
