Cracks
So I'm walking through the house, and I see something small and pink on the floor. I pick it up and realise it's the little finger off my left hand. Little bugger had snapped clean off. More worryingly, as I bent to collect it I made the same noise as ice in a room temperature drink, almost unnoticable little creaks and plinks.
Wandering into the bathroom, I noticed a spiderweb of delicate lines over my face. As I examined one, a bit of my cheek cracked clean across, and a chunk fell into the sink. I can hear the skin starting to give way as I smile
Yup. The cracks are starting to appear. The time of comfortable numbness is slowly passing...
Wonder how long before I shatter?
Wandering into the bathroom, I noticed a spiderweb of delicate lines over my face. As I examined one, a bit of my cheek cracked clean across, and a chunk fell into the sink. I can hear the skin starting to give way as I smile
Yup. The cracks are starting to appear. The time of comfortable numbness is slowly passing...
Wonder how long before I shatter?
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all i can offer are stupid virtual hugs
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Do what you need. Take whatever time you need to do it. Hug Sharon for me.
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The post was more a comment on how I know I'm going to spend a fair while a total wreck, but aren't actually there yet, and will likely hit it in chunks.
I cried when dad died, but it was years before I finally had a really good, long howl.
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:P
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