There is so much collectivity in pain and so much isolation. But, I wonder if adults can break down.. and throw a temper tantrum at the injustice of it all.
We are all in mourning for the journey we have been on to get ourselves here. In this wonderful and amazing moment in time, on our timelines, in her-story.
I want to inhale him, shoot him into my bloodstream. Is he a relapse or am I just relaxing? Breathing again. Just once more. It’ll be different this time…