Your sadness remains unexplained and that’s what makes you feel worse. It’s the morning dread that extends into an all day affair.
This isn’t no fairy tale.
“We are concerned about this unusual increase in Legionnaires’ disease cases in the South Bronx. We are conducting a swift investigation to determine the source of the outbreak and prevent future cases.”
Now, when I think back to the excuses my parents used to make, I feel like an idiot.
It’s hard enough to help ourselves, let alone help others.
“You look terrible.”
He held my face to his and told me: “I have a history of heroin use, but I’m clean, and I’ve been tested. Are you sure you want to do this?”
And how do we know what’s even calling us, what obsesses us?
My immune system isn’t the greatest, and on that particular night, I had a legitimate flu.
At the end of the day, Death doesn’t discriminate or ostracize, and in the face of Death, we are all Losers.