Words Sent in the Night
I can feel him, reading my words...hurting with me, hurting for himself. He's at work, but here, online with me. It's how we began, and a safe place for us. We are so alike and so completely different, he and I. I know what he aches with, and he knows what's coursing through my veins. And we have the same pain to work through. I dive into pain. Feel it, live it, breathe it....to get through it. To understand what it is...to learn...and to let it go. He feels it...but holds it off so that he... Sign in to see full entry.