This Child Can Scream

“This child can scream,”  I think to myself. I can barely stand his shrieks.  I wait a few minutes before glaring at his mother.  While these seconds pass, thoughts grow within me;  I can go places that she cannot go.  I can sleep when I am tired or stay up all night if I want […]

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I Love Hard

I love. Hard. I love often. I am surprised, though, that I am loved so well by so many. The many that love me do not receive my love in return. I only love the unloveable. I often wonder if these unloved things will be at my funeral. It is love that will kill me […]

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