if i were to describe the way in which i feel about you, it would best be described as a hum you know that constant sound that’s always present even when no other sounds are even in complete silence, no movement, no action, just the sound of your own breath… you still hear that hum… Continue reading beneath everything
It’s 12:36 on a Thursday night, but it’s okay because this is holiday time. It should be okay at any time; feelings are important. I’m here, tears in my eyes, thinking about my grandfather. As I type, my grandmother is sleeping in her bed, where she’s been for over five years since my grandfather died.… Continue reading The things that I know.