I'm ActualI write words that string together into sentences; these make grammatical sense. But to me, these are nothing. There is no feeling in a few words strung together into a sentence. Meaningful and heartfelt sentences are formulated in a hasty rush. Scrawled onto paper napkins or onto well-worn notebooks poisoned with coffee mug stains and salty tears, enough wet to fill a thousand tea cups.I'm Actual
I am a writer who does not write. Go figure. I feel like time wasted is time spent without a pen in my hand. I am a full-time experience technician. But I am
The RepercussionI found you in the bathtub. Your hair, full of knots, was floating around your face, encircling it like a frame, as if you were of some importance.The Repercussion
I pulled you out. Your skin was cold and white, and so transparent that I was scared of tearing it away from your bones.
I picked up the phone and dialed the numbers I thought I knew so well. But my fingers were wet and they kept slipping off the buttons.
I pressed my ear against your mouth. You weren’t breathing. I didn’t know the recipe for CPR, so I dragged you into the driveway.
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