I don’t “see” him in all the places where he used to be...
What I see is all the places where he is not.
It was without warning that we found ourselves in the Grief Islands... Alone. Adrift. Our lives splintered and shattered. We had lost one of our dearest, before his prime. Our lives will never be the same. I am not sure which one of us first washed ashore on the sandy beaches of Pretendland, breathless and vulnerable... But here we are together, and alone, stranded in its complex archipelago trying to see our way back to the mainland.
Monday, 19 January 2015
This is not the Movies... this is real life.
Its not like in the Movies.
I don’t “see” him in all the places where he used to be...
What I see is all the places where he is not.
I don’t “see” him in all the places where he used to be...
What I see is all the places where he is not.
Monday, 5 January 2015
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