I'm a home she can't come back to with the lights off and two large windows and the sad, lonely picket fence with the kids who left now an empty nest. My presents. Living memory. Her future in retrospect, then I know I could starve a day or a year and never get used to it
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:39
Well, I really love this. I felt like, in such a trance as you were reading it, and then the last line, woof. I feel like that i, like I felt that through my chest. I could starve a day a year and never get used to it. It's beautiful. Really beautiful