probably everything revolves around grief and someone said it is just love with nowhere to go and I think they are fucking spot on
for Shelia 1/17/1950- 1/17/2018
I always ask the person I love that I want to know how his brain works.
Now he is used to me asking questions. A lot. I am like a 5-year-old with this habit.
But I do want to know things. I tell him that my brain is like a long set of hallways.
Hallways.
Long-bowling-alley-length hallways and some are lit up and some look like a hoarder resides there and so…
