My dearest Squish; Eight fucking years. Hell, baby, I thought I wasn’t going to get to 8 hours, 8 days, 8 weeks without you. I know you come around sometimes. Thanks. It does keep me going at times, when I need that little reminder that it wasn’t all in my head, and what we had …
Tag Archives: grief
As always, the 3rd is for hate
I hear you there in the dark spaces, screaming of what you would do if let out of the carefully compartmentalized corners I have placed you in. You raged loose at the world threatening that if you could not have all things beautiful than no one could, oh the hateful things I have heard you …
Denouement
They lie you know, when they say time heals all. Time can make it a bit easier, but some wounds are always like an abscess of the soul that can never be properly drained and cleaned and healed. There are days where things are a blur I don’t bother to focus on. But the sounds …
Psychoterrierpy 