October 2011
1 post
Weeper's Rights
I sat there, unable to move for fear of it being the wrong move. There are times in life when there is a right move and a wrong move. And then there are times in life where any move, or even lack thereof, is the wrong move. This was the former.
She made a few half-hearted jabs that seemed more like she was grasping at words she thought she should say but wasn’t quite committed to saying....