Funerals every 120 days or less,
For 1890 day in a row-
Make it hard to smile.
But I do.
People just don’t understand, 69 more words
The process of grieving is an exercise in (un)subtle dissembly. Conjuring a collective hyper-normality, each one of us staggers against the other until the moment(s) when the contradiction overtakes itself, leaving behind a muddy sort of truth: this hurts. 241 more words