Business as usual is a string of the day-to-day. But the river flows of grief and pain. Squeezing the soul, the eyes, and the inside out but the slogan is business as usual. A star in the sky has now become a point of what was lost and is lost but for you disenfranchised.
Read moreI'm Still One of You
Just because I can’t create, make or bake the bun in my oven, it doesn’t mean I’m not one of you, I hold and share tears of what could have been, how old they would have been, and what might have been?
Read moreWhat it's like, being childless
How do I explain what my life is like to this man, with his nails half-painted (a lovely detail; I will steal it for a character later)? His pen scratches after my most key statements, his wrists jangling with mala beads.
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