“It was a cry I’ve never experienced before. It was real and raw and terrifying.”
So many Drake tears.
That’s the thing about developing alzheimer’s: one only has room for few, specific memories. They’ll try to hold onto these memories as much as possible, but in doing so, they end up forgetting that anything else ever existed.
I can name so many good things about myself.
Everything in you knows that they know you are not what they want.
There will be anxiety and you will be an infusion of nerves, susceptible to the slightest trigger. Each feeble disappointment, each missed bus or train, each misplaced item, each will be a catalyst.
Words are powerful, and they can help us heal broken hearts and broken spirits.
So when do you remember him? The time it takes for you to get from one breath to the next.
Feeling like anyone but yourself feels like one long night.
Last night I smoked a blunt with a 65-year-old woman.