pmyers
When you can't go on in your bones. Not even in your bones. Beyond what anyone thinks they know about this disease, is where I live.
Sad and thoughtless...less full of thoughts that I ever have been. Trying to urge something up, make something seem interesting and just can't.
Walking on dusty roads makes you think you need to wear a uniform, look a certain way, but no one did that back then. Back when ancient was ancient and they were them that's not what anyone was thinking about, not how people experienced the world.
Walking through the lot I knew he'd appear, and I dreaded it. We'd dance around the topic making small talk as if either of us cared, as if there was no bottom line.
fingers. how they're small or long or worn. and those wrinkles around his eyes get me every time.