Wildflowers in Bloom. Content Warning.
A moment of stillness
There is rarely a passing day that I don’t think about it. Except that’s not even true, and this, now, is the first time I’ve thought about it in a week and a half. It’s only through some brutal confrontation, some gust of wind which throws my papers into the air and forces me to get on my knees and recount them, that I can push my head against the barrel and let the thought in. Right through the fucking forehead.
