Coulda, shoulda, woulda, some day, one day—The lies we tell ourselves
“I could have” and “maybe a day”. All life disappeared. Probable unused. Dreams were delayed until they were resolved. Daily tragedies are not made of fire and noise, but we delay the goals of the slow erosion, we are silent, and we bury truths, fear and fatigue. We rarely notice when it starts. For the … Read more