Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance
Darkness is not a tangible thing. You can’t sweep it under the doormat or take it out in trash bags, we only wish it would be that easy. It’s a mist, lingering in the house of your life, gets stuck in all the corners and is much harder to get rid of than mold. It … Continue reading Drinking my cup of grief while I stare into the empty space where your soul used to dance