Air cuts like a knife,
Then warms fair skin.
The strong fingers & hands,
This man and his life… 68 more words
back home five days now & glad to be here (on sunday, the day after my return from hospital, I sat down on the back steps of Jonathan & Ora’s house to rest a little before walking home from Amalia’s 13th birthday family… 1,290 more words
I watched a church ceremony for fallen soldiers on the news. Watching these kinds of rituals makes me feel a lot like an observer. When I see people behaving in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with my personal ideologies, I feel like I’m watching a strange psychological experiment. 178 more words
Is it really possible to be friends with someone you had fallen for?
Hugs become less tight and more fleeting; kisses on the lips become kisses on the cheek; sitting and leaning on eachother becomes sitting in your own chair with no limbs crossing over the line; long days and nights together become few hour meetings. 91 more words