You don't get it. No one will ever be able to get it.
How to make connection in this surreal space. After letting this space exist .. it does not make sense. The disconnect.
I was broken a long time ago.
I'm still at the shop.
He took it away. He kicked it out of me.
He called me disrespectful. He called me rude.
He says I didn't listen to his words.
And he killed me.
His apologies are meant to heal - but it doesn't.
Ten years now.
I say.
Ten years.
About Me
- Susan
- A somewhat fidgety writer, who has trouble sitting idle, I'm grateful for the profession that does not permit me to do so. When not involved with Hati.org.my, I'm an editorial consultant and freelance writer, up for hire. I write about social and current affairs, translate articles and provide advice for communication strategies. Do drop me a line if you'd like to get some writing done, or chat about connecting with communities.
1 comment:
that was... deep. what do you mean?
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