Sometimes we put down what’s in our hand to chase the only thing that knows us.
Sometimes it klinks when it falls and we feel our heart slide below the stick shift that we can’t get into gear. 39 more words
I’ve pulled the plug many times on friendships too far gone. I’ve let them go, allowing the sounds of their last raspy breaths hitting the stale atmosphere penetrate me like a knife to the heart. 136 more words