Sunday, May 31, 2015

Frags: On Weakness

The verge of tears: if one wasn't so full of grief they would come.

Defenseless soft animals, small & non-understanding.

The inability to communicate with animals one small thing that relies on language, that matters the most.

A misunderstood tiny guy//His behavior worse//Guilt-inducing.

Feeling the impending grief, the despair & inevitability of loss, I wanted to throw myself into the cold ocean, but when you emerged you found yourself covered in oil & could not scrape it off in the sand or on the cement.  I held my emotion inside.  I had to get back to work.

Strength for the children; am I lying if they don't see my paralysis?

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