Bandaged discrepancy. Board up all exits and learn to recover in the dark where all of your fears lurk--waiting for the moment that you snap and pull the trigger at all the things that damaged you. No mercy for the culprits--you own them now.
Learn to disown. Pull the trigger without knowing. Become another person, then get on a plane and don't look back. Look at the sun, the stars, infinity.
Instantly cleansed.
Powdered. Two scoops and I don't remember.
If only
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The hubby and I have often wondered what kind of life would be out there for us if we just sold everything and disappeared with the boy. It's tempting.
I guess it depends. It would make me sad to be away from my family . . .
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