Yes, mom.
Yes, dad.
It was almost like this void that I couldn't see.
My brain always saw pictures; letters.
But it saw nothing this time.
Emptiness that no chair or painting could fulfill.
YOU ARE READING
Until The Soles Wear Down
SaggisticaAs life gets harder, so do the falls. As life gets better, so do the wins. As I go through this journey of getting back on my feet and running toward the life I want I thought I'd share some literature as my heart and soul begin to repair themselves.
Silence.
Yes, mom.
Yes, dad.
It was almost like this void that I couldn't see.
My brain always saw pictures; letters.
But it saw nothing this time.
Emptiness that no chair or painting could fulfill.
