I’m sitting here in the darkness writing. Just paper & pen. Nothing more or anything less.
I don’t need any light to guide me through the darkness or any technologicalized computer to spell check my thoughts. It’s just me and my thoughts; Just me and this pen, and this piece of paper that’s logging in my words.
My dad is dead. The song loops. Inhale. Sip. My dad is dead. It doesn’t matter in what order it happens, the narrative still stays the same. This isn’t a pity sob story about the girl who went on an adventure, found herself, and then lost her dad. There is no story here to tell … Continue reading The Narrative