dealing in truths

someone just clued me in to the fact that i really have been, in some senses, mourning for 15 years.

perhaps the reason i don't really say is partly because i would then have to visit what haunts me

that i would have to remember that this person i loved was still alive but not the same person.

how on earth could i just stop?

another person clued me into the fact that i am facing truths that i have been shoving to the side for so long.

i have not had bread all day but i feel like i ate two loaves!

maybe it's just letting all the excess breads out.