It’s like this. Sunday was a sneaker wave, swooping at me, I was off guard, not fair! It let me come up for air a few times. I thought I was safe, this time. By Monday morning, I was drowning. I worked out, I got dressed, I drove my daughter to school, I drank my coffee, I went to work. I couldn’t breath. I was underwater.
how sorrow works
how sorrow works
how sorrow works
It’s like this. Sunday was a sneaker wave, swooping at me, I was off guard, not fair! It let me come up for air a few times. I thought I was safe, this time. By Monday morning, I was drowning. I worked out, I got dressed, I drove my daughter to school, I drank my coffee, I went to work. I couldn’t breath. I was underwater.