eighty-three days.
This morning I sat on the roof and watched as the first hint of sunlight kissed the sky. It was such a soft and subtle thing; as if the sun was pressing its lips against the lips of the sky and whispering against them. And with all that beauty around me, I felt so alone. I miss my papa, so much. And no matter how hard I try to push it away... that overwhelming fear that nothing will ever be good again still surrounds me. I am drowning in it.On Thursday, August 5, 2010 at 2:01 PM
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