It’s pretty obvious that my rage is coming back. “Angry Max” is taking over and I am powerless to stop him. I know what is happening but everything I’ve taught myself over the last year is completely gone. 311 more words
Is it better to hear of death or witness it? For I had suffered both and could not tell you. To have a person vanish in your arms is too real for life, a blow to the bones, but to hear of it is to be utterly blind: reaching, stumbling about, hoping to touch the truth.