drabble

5/17/22

back to home?
what have they done to us? are we men or just shells of those men we used to be?

the enormity of my own suffering disgusts me- how to deal with it? put it away, in a box, let it get soft and mushy at the bottom. bury it, never bring it up.

it is the saddest thing- to watch someone fall apart when you yourself are tearing apart at the seams.

the bread in my mouth is for you. the blood on my hands is yours. can there be such a thing as being asleep if there was no such thing as being awake? and no dying without living?

i feel so thin-skinned and delicate that if anybody dares look at me ill burst into tears.

we'll go swimming in the sea one day and we'll be able to tell each other everything. we'll go swimming one day and you'll love me and i'll love you and we'll be together again.