I spoke to my brother for the first time ever the other day. He didn’t say much. I apologised for being twenty-eight years late but I wasn’t good with words when I was one year old. I went to see my brother by myself, for the first time ever the other day. I didn’t know…
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I will keep walking until my cheek collides with the solid comfort of your chest and everything will be okay.
finally feeling that numbing relief that dizzying turn god that feels better hell that feels good for now
the appeal of just not moving just choosing to be completely still just for a while maybe forever