Ooooo errrr Madame Joe! In 2012 I stopped over in Bangkok on the way back from a trip to Australia. The decision came about after I had spoken to an old friend of mine, who was also my first love. Yes, you read that right – he was my first love at the tender age…
Tag: loss
My right arm is missing
Simply because I do not enjoy dwelling for long, does not mean the pain abates emotional, soulful, discordant – the pain of losing my right arm – so my former companion is known to me. So I wait. For time to heal, even though time to me does not exist. Only eternity, stretches further…
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