All of us, so simple… We eat, we sleep, we live. We work to live, and work takes our life. We breathe, we bleed, we try. All of us hurting… We feel, we hurt, we hide. We hide the pain and the pain hides us. We fake, we ache, we wonder why.
For one moment last month, I thought I was going to die. And now that you probably have a vision of me flipping a car or falling off a roof, I must admit it was nothing so dramatic. I was struggling to breathe, choking on a bite of food I’d hoped would give me theContinue reading “If Infinity Is the End”