I sit across from the woman who lost her only son, filled completely with sympathy, empathy-- undiluted jealousy (she is able to tuck her left leg underneath her right without effort as her eyes fill with tears in that chair.)
How Stupid. How Inane. How Unfair. How Bizarre.
How Common. How brazenly, terribly honest.
How ludicrously real.
Archiving all of these memories
2 years ago