Chuck was alone. Well at least he felt that way. Emotions flooding in from his days as a young shoe being heat seared at around 300 degrees. Alone in the dark surrounded by fire. Knowing something was missing but not able to fully understand what it was. Life was good. Chuck loved being a sneaker. …
Grief
Why So Sad?
Why So Sad? Awakening to A wall of grief Slipping into bed Hugging me Like a lover Tightly spooning Sadness A state of being Once controlling A massive part Of my Daily energy Diligently working Not wanting It’s depressing clutches On me …