I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.
How could I still be listening out, just in case Mum needed me?
Who knows what 22 years of age will bring me? I don’t know, but I am so excited for it. I look forward to Friday, for my personal New Year. I will enjoy it the only way I know how; with laughter and love.
Today, I bleed. In the space of a year, everything has changed.
I felt emotionally exhausted and wanted the opportunity to transfer this emotional struggle into a physical challenge that I could overcome, learn and develop from.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?
It makes me feel bad that my family have had to look after me so much. I hate being a burden, boring and a frustration. I hate that they had to wake up in the night to help me with medicines or when I was throwing up.
the mention of spirits, the dead and the imagery that comes with it, can be quite difficult to see. What are your thoughts?
Grief has taught me to appreciate people when they are still alive! ~ Thank you so much to Zet Ar for this submission. I do believe the…… Read more “As Told By Zet Ar”