The slow death of invested living after dying too many times.
I'll be thinking about this for several days. Heart-rending.
That means the world Ani, I’m glad it resonates.
Wow. That is all.
🙏
Oof, this hit me right in the chest. Especially the line,
“I hold my child like a rifle
when she’s crying.
and she’s crying all the time.”
Exceptional write!
🥹 thank you Mara
You’re welcome 😊🤍
Incredible work mate 🫶
Thank you, Brother!
He survived the war.
He did not survive
the distance between
who he was before
and who he came back as.
Until one hand on his cheek
reminded him
where home was.
Not a place.
A person.
Still there.
— AËLA
I'll be thinking about this for several days. Heart-rending.
That means the world Ani, I’m glad it resonates.
Wow. That is all.
🙏
Oof, this hit me right in the chest. Especially the line,
“I hold my child like a rifle
when she’s crying.
and she’s crying all the time.”
Exceptional write!
🥹 thank you Mara
You’re welcome 😊🤍
Incredible work mate 🫶
Thank you, Brother!
He survived the war.
He did not survive
the distance between
who he was before
and who he came back as.
Until one hand on his cheek
reminded him
where home was.
Not a place.
A person.
Still there.
— AËLA