Grief is thick
Solid and slow
You feel like you’ll never get through it
move through it
It’s too thick
It’s slow matter
You have to change shape, change form
To get to the other side
To get through it, to live through it
You never come out the same
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Sometimes you can see god in the sky
peace
You can have your ambitions. I will bathe in peace.
his death didn’t only bring me back down to earth, it brought me 6ft under with him
in the underworld.
“the funniest guy in the room”. Well, can we talk about the abuse? between me and you?
even death doesn’t bring the truth
people still see what they want to see
what they need to see
people still confuse the ‘you’
with the ‘me’
the page comes to life
- how to know when you’re doing it right
jennanicoleco 