Nights are colder now. I'm burying myself in blankets. Her blankets. But somehow I'm thinking about you. Do you remember those Sundays? Your building..
Sometimes I want to cry out. I want to mourn everything I have abandoned. All the good I've ran from. The anguish, that special horror, that seems to..
Over the next few days we face the fundamental challenge. The challenge that never ends, only recedes into our subconscious until the questions emerge..