Depleted Momentum • The Art of Weaponized Truth
Everytime the phone rings lately and it’s my mother on the other end, I think back to the times when she was not a phone call away but instead all in my face and in my personal space. I do not wish those days back.
Lost in the Emotional Desert
I drove him to the eye doctor and sat in the waiting room alone. On the drive home I realized I felt nothing. Not anger, not sadness. Just nothing. In the emotional desert.
