A wave of relief
A contented smile
I am grateful
She chatted on an on of evidence of past indiscretions. Having said them again and again, made it easier to piece together the broken pieces of her life. Hearing it once more, felt normal.
There was a time life stopped. There’s no real way to descibe it. A cool, clear stream rushing around your ankles, carrying away blood from severed veins, while all you can do is watch that fine, red line escape you.
I hated everything. I even hated hating.
Looking back at all of it, recalling the words, you remember the truth, not the smoke.
Maybe i can go to a better place. Somewhere not as polluted. God knows… more than i can say.