The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Such a long silence.

Unconditional my ass. Parents, brothers, all their so-called love predicated on my subservience, obedience, silence. Once I object and defend, they storm away in an angry huff.

Love acts lovingly, always, on both sides, to complete the circuit.

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