I see that I have been erased in mi madres i's. I continue to get better at living spite of the memory of that woman's ways. She believes in the ways of the daze of Ol'. Her way of belittling me and imposing thoughts into my mind is a torture unto me. And, the days turn in a daze. But, the days...with no haze is a scare to me. Fighting the urge to drink all of her hell spirits is better than swallowing her filthy dirt.
Sorry, and thank you
Posted on November 5, 1975 at 9:00pm — 1 Comment