each piece she's torn from the whole she gathers up to organize in a way that makes sense… A discussion point where ideas, articles, and stories that contain much of what you want and need to become aware of the existing corrupt reality we are experiencing and of ways to solve them…
So much to tell myself that my parents never told me…
If they even thought to…
Which they didn’t…
I recall the anger on my brothers face as if he had so much to say,
But couldn’t before he died, the words with which to tell hidden in the closets…
Those without keys…
