Let it known, beloved, sweet man, I do not wish to take care of you. No. I desire only to care for you. To take care of you requires I compensate for your inability or unwillingness to care for yourself. I respect you too much to demean you in this way. To care […]
Love has called a meeting. Hand-written invitations were sent: Dear Despair, You rip me to shreds and tear me open. All I can do when you’re around is try to remain alive. Please, come sit at the sacred circle. Your attendance is so dear. You remind me to breath. Dear Grief, You humble me. Please,
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