Normalcy is just a word that falls off my tongue and finds itself in a heap with the other words on the floor..like rational, human, loving.
I haven’t spoken with or seen my mother in four days. This isn’t a deviation from the normal cycle of my life.
It’s sad that we are neighbors. I’m just too exhausted to hear insults. This is a fragile week. The anniversary of his death is keeping my mind and emotions on pendulum.
I still haven’t visited his grave.
Part of me knows it will finalize everything.