writing the unsaid
When my child cried I used to take her hands into my own to “shhh shhh” her ‘cause that’s what I knew best “Please don‘t cry I can’t deal with your pain I have my own pain, bigger than yours, ‘cause I lost everything, I just don’t know it yet.” When my child got beaten…
Sunt o explozie de sensuri unele intelese, altele cu circuit inchis le insir pe franghia timpului le las la uscat le pun intre paginile cartilor pe care le scriu sa-mi aminteasca de mine mai tarziu Sunt o explozie de veacuri adunate intr-o inima stangace, fashionista, care si-a croit o umbra noua veche de 12 ani…