Jan 16, 2019
A very emotionally charged piece. Quite personal, still very moving to my own self as I read. What's to say? I stopped the wind through my door...but it only found new places to come through my windows...some memories are so bitter-sweet. We have no control over them. Control is merely a delusion.
Can't seem to stop the memories when they insist on making themselves known. We like to think that we have some measure of control over the