Yesterday is tomorrow and tomorrow is yesterday. I watched an older movie tonight, and flashbacks of the past flooded my eyes for a second. Good memories. Comfortable ones, for once.
And the eyes are so powerful, we seek them out in panic, submit to them out of fear, they shape who we become. They help us heal and move on.
I miss my dad so much. He had a warm smile. I miss that the most, especially on Saturday mornings. Never a bad one, strangely.
What’s going to happen to me when my mom passes away? Is it horrible to say I never want to see her […]