I am holding the rain in my eyes.

Every choice implies exclusion.

Goodbye

My recovery is exacted in eternity,  moldy in memory and far from final.

I can cry this over and over again.

Days

It is perhaps in those wretched days racked with pain that we can change the game.

I ...

I should be crying but I just can't let it show.

Dead to Nothing

I can actually be so. It is going to be a year.