"Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment" by Claude Monet
I raised high, but looked down A rope was tied to me now Clutching, tightening, and the cutting of my voice was arising upon me The faint smell of the fire urged me To forget all the moments of glee. My toes were felt in the dirt as I gradually was uplifted, All I could…
February 20, 2000. The day your life changed into a colossal twist, was the day you changed my day, my entire life. The cleanliness of the bed you laid on matched the purity of your heart. It was late at night, at 4. You asked one of the nurses, “Where is my child?”, you asked,…