There are many moments when it feels like I’m in a maze of Malkoviches only to be the last part of my genome I can’t really define that or this…just a thought, Nothing more, but a thought..one or a thousand fucking thoughts…and, the only one I need to hear is simply…revealing herself.
I quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is. So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?
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