Where I Go

  don’t ask me where I go when my eyes are closed because the truth is I don’t know an extra layer of skin across the veil to keep you from getting in? maybe. perhaps my eyes would only lie anyway why when you poke and prod and grab I’m only half giving hand giving … Continue reading Where I Go

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Funerals

  Funerals remind me why I used to be so religious. Apart from some closed minded tendencies and preaching about a man, who was as far as I’m aware… a man… I find comfort in its communion. It reminds me of my grandma, and a sense of greater purpose that in my fatally human state … Continue reading Funerals