Erick Is Tired
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Erick came over before we went out and sat on the floor while I tried on approximately half my wardrobe. Usually this produces commentary. Tonight he just sat there. His mother and he fought about Mark again. I asked if he wanted to talk. He said no. So I stopped asking and put on music.
Sometimes being useful means shutting up in the same room.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.