watching

I still think about the last funeral I went to. I got there too early but no one saw me. I sat in the back, thinking - unwillingly - that this was a horrible way to say goodbye. I remember asking God, How could they believe such a lie? They brought my friend in a … Continue reading watching

oh you imperfect little someone

“People will always let you down,” my friend concluded, looking away from me and out the window. A pit started growing in my stomach as I confusedly asked, “Is that your way of letting me down easy? Are you saying that I shouldn’t count on you?” I expected him to say yes. I sat there … Continue reading oh you imperfect little someone