Have you ever held onto something so tight out of the fear of losing it? Fought like a tiger to ensure that it didn’t slip through your fingers?
What does the inside of your closet look like? And what does it say about you?
How long does one let oneself flounder in this despair? Letting reaction be the norm?
When I’m feeling exhaustipated (my new favourite word) – the horrors that step through my thinking door!
Timid eyes touched by sadness, enforced by determination, brimming with a quiet strength. Silver grey hair shimmering in the dimpled light.
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