The dead, it turns out, like to be talked about.
✨a mom who understands
Therapy can't remove moody magic. It might alleviate some pain though. Your writing is beautiful no matter what.
As always, your words run deep. I look forward to the day I can hold your work, bound and complete, in my hands.
It seems they do. More than ever, my thoughts and words drift to the dead, who gather in greater number now, as if they’ve drawn closer somehow. The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle – Emily Dickinson
✨a mom who understands
Therapy can't remove moody magic. It might alleviate some pain though. Your writing is beautiful no matter what.
As always, your words run deep. I look forward to the day I can hold your work, bound and complete, in my hands.
It seems they do. More than ever, my thoughts and words drift to the dead, who gather in greater number now, as if they’ve drawn closer somehow. The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle – Emily Dickinson