What Sustains Us
It's raining at the beach today...the ocean will have to wait. Or I will wait for it. That sounds more appropriate. I haven't earned the right to command the tides just yet, I'm thinking. The air is sad, here in our house with taillights. A foggy sort of sad, that seeps into your bones, cold and wet, hungry and lost. We breathe the heaviest of sad, and eat love...and somehow survive. I don't know how to fight guilt that isn't mine. How to somehow ease his self torture. My pain has become a part... Sign in to see full entry.