When Ignoring It Is Best
Sometimes I don’t grieve. Sometimes I just… don’t. I tuck the loss into a small, hidden place inside, a place without windows, without clocks. Sometimes, ignoring it is best. I leave…
Sometimes I don’t grieve. Sometimes I just… don’t. I tuck the loss into a small, hidden place inside, a place without windows, without clocks. Sometimes, ignoring it is best. I leave…