The Weight of Feathers on Your Back
I meet the angel outside the gas station this evening on my way home from work. It is getting dark and I can see puffs of condensed air...
*Disclaimer: Not Actual Vomit - just the ramblings of a stressed out twentysomething year old. An outpouring of the hurricane of words swirling around in my head, shared with all of you lovely people. Please don’t think this is actual vomit, I would be sad if you did. I promise you that this is so much more than that.