companions. people to talk to.
I have been on the phone with my mother more than three times since yesterday. I called my brother. Daniel. Ummi. Anyone who's willing to let my cry, let me drown and wallow at this time of doubt.
One minute to myself and I start remembering little things. the familiar smell after a fresh shower. the rough feel of his crew cut hair. the scrunched up nose in mockery. big, round eyes.
too many. too many things.
suck it all in.
suck it all in.
Sayang, I love you... so, so much that sometimes it hurts.
but these walls are closing in on me
and I'm finding it difficult to breathe.
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