On these days I simply tread the quick-sand whilst praying my head isn't pulled under
The sea is calling me today, quite loudly...these are the days Bobby would surrender me in my warm long raincoat knowing he couldn't hold me back. He hated that but knew I had to go feel her fury...in the end, these days would conceal and allow my wailing and my full fury tears. I want to get in my kayak and take her on today...I need to scream myself hoarse and cry until I vomit or I am going to splinter into little pieces
I feel as if I died when Bobby died and my body was left behind...this is the only thing that makes sense in my heart...
It is not lost on me that as i have written, the storm has died down...still very wet and gray yet nearly windless
The mad rant of a lost soul today...typos and all
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