making space
Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
Comments (11)
Well put together. Lovely work. I should try this structure (as I’ve probably said before).. I tend to get overwhelmed and unclear thoughts so haven’t really been writing recently, but this is manageable, right? And thus encouraging. ☺️👍
Omgggg, a 6W6L after soooo long hehehehehehe. I loved it so much!
I'm with Cathy!! This could very happily be a TS!! Beautiful piece here MC!!
Interesting and delicious content, keep posting more.
This is lovely. Congrats on the TS.
This has such a good feel to it. Made me smile
I loved it! Sentiment expressed, Sharon!!❣️
So beautiful ❤️
Great job Beautifully played with the words Truly commendable
Beautiful, just beautiful, Sharon. Really lovely work here.
Nicely done it.