Saturday, January 22, 2005
Why We Do What We Do - Loved Ones Victims Services
i just lost like two to three pages of pithy observations regarding our visit to grief counseling and how it applies to the dream i mentioned earlier.
and i lost it; all of it. FUCK
briefly, this is where we attend grief counseling, and the woman with the blond son in front of her is me, the blond son, rory of course.
Who am i, what am i
A picture's worth
moon phases |
I stand on the sand, and I'm rocking
grief to sleep in my arms.
issues
Poetry roll
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