Something kind
It looked like wax, an interesting form but the position gave away it was gunge leaking from the man's eye, and I felt a little shiver of revulsion. And I thought about the ways to tell the story: laughing at the poor man, empathising with his struggles. The struggles are real, fam. But then there was no one to tell the story to because I have broken this, shake, shake, shake until the relationship breaks and now I have to work every day to build. Every day think of something kind, do something kind. I broke it I must fix it.
Helpless, frustrated and angry that nothing I can do makes any difference. My body flooded with adrenaline, tingle, shake, and my decision making is gone. This is the thing I don't want to live with, this is a situation that happens again, and again, and this is the situation I have to figure out how to avoid. How can I take the bad bits out of this life without losing the good bits.
February 24
So, there is this issue. It is an ongoing issue which has been going on for many...
