Tag Archives: emptiness

Pulsing

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It’s 3am. Not an unusual time for me to be up or awake at. I think it’s the best time to be awake at, everything’s so quiet and serene, minus the sirens. But that’s not why I’m up. I’m panicking. My medication is supposed to subdue the effects of anxiety, and for a time it […]

The Rehearsal of Death

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I fear getting up every morning knowing that I won’t be able to call my mom. That I won’t be able to buy little silly things for her that would make her smile. Things with kitties, or butterflies or funny books or cutting boards. I dread that I won’t know what step to take or […]