that advice, it's amazing
take the weekend off
do what you want
I did
Yesterday, dark glasses
crying up a mountain
today, swimming
I'm feeling better
So good in fact, could it be this easy?
Am I cold?
Turn off the TV
silence
Tears again
I love you, I will always love you
I hope you are in a better place
Stolen from me,  by cancer
I did all I could, but it wouldn't be enough
I knew from the start
Everything as planned and well executed but horribly scathing
all the feelings back, saturating my soul
unbearable
an empty place that can only be filled
by pain in order to heal
subsides
Some quiet again