Vol. 2 Ch. 1 P. 17
Your absence is more pervading than your presence ever was.
Now, there’s a lot of space, but I can hardly breathe.
Now, there’s a lot of space, but I can hardly breathe.
We write the stories you will never tell.
We need the presence of the Other to help us lift the burdens pressing down on our chest before we can truly draw a free breath!
This is very true. Most often, we realize one’s worth when they’re gone.
Ouch…my sides ache just thinking about it. Beautiful as always!
been there…. haven’t we all ?
In one way or the other, yes.
Isn’t that the truth!!
Love the picture you chose to go with the words
David
yes, heartache is suffocating.
Yes, especially when said heartache is grief.