Joe

Nachem is the Hebrew word for grief and comfort. I am grieved of a timeline or rabbit hole I fell into. I’m trying to figure everything out. Yet mostly I want to go lay on the cement slab by the wild hare you were right beside me the other day after I layed on the cement slab. You didn’t leave why do I find comfort in you. Maybe you don’t hate me is that enough. There’s nothing here for me but biding time before I can leave. Nothing but fear here. I no longer want to go out and after all the weird torture here I don’t talk I avoid my voice like it’s about to release a death whistle. Dog went missing, Alice died, never peaceful.

All the little things the man in front of the TV that wasn’t there but he wasn’t in the stairs. There for a few days thought my heart was about to just stop all together it hurt so much. I hung on for you Lil bean. I feel lost here my voice removed here. I do what needs to be done. I’m removing everyone for a while I just can’t right now. I have the letter to write before I remove myself online completely. Then I will have to use only my voice. Time to start down a different path but what I wouldn’t do for you. I hope you always here I love you when you hear winking blinking and nod my dearest