…and then lose it again oh so quickly.
My list of tasks multiplies, but I feel doomed with meaningless and do little of nothing at all.
I've been in this corner for so long. Longer than any span I can recall — even from my grimmest recollections of childhood.
Memories have (lately) been stirred relentlessly instead of just being allowed to simmer under a closed lid. It was not intentional. The queries that reopened old wounds came from the least likely source, but once revealed details were pried loose with one mining question after another.
I was still able to withhold more pain than I could have dispensed.
Because that is what we do, isn't it?
Isn't it?


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