Well now I'm just tearing up and don't know what to do next. How can art be so sad and I can't look away and I just keep reading it over and again. How did someone I've never met get inside my own head. I guess that has to do with colliding with reality? D, keep writing. I need to go for a long walk in the cold wind.
Well now I'm just tearing up and don't know what to do next. How can art be so sad and I can't look away and I just keep reading it over and again. How did someone I've never met get inside my own head. I guess that has to do with colliding with reality? D, keep writing. I need to go for a long walk in the cold wind.
What a kind thoughtful thing to write back with. Thanks J